The Peregrines Poem by Kinsley Lee

The Peregrines



Still in winter, on a tree branch two peregrines sit on and stand up.
And folding their wings and facing the clear wind to come,
Dreaming of spring, their uncontrollable youthful passion which bubbles up
Rubbing their beaks and whispering to each other, preparing for the day to come.
(1st, Apr.,2023)

The Peregrines
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This poem is for writing on a Chang-Su's Painting, titled ' The Painting for The Peregrines.'
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