Kinsley Lee

-In Memory of the Air-Force Pilot, the Father Myung-Ryul Park, and his Son In-Chul Park…

The hillside is dusky when the sun set in the west,
The riverbank the road lights flash on the dandy creased
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In early morning, whenever open the eyes,
It flows that the unrecoverable old stories, suddenly.
The autumn airs are whirling like the spring tides,
The regrets and sorrows surges upon to me.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon

On the night of the day when I came back
At same room, my skeleton was running after and lying
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Sah-Eon, Yang

Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
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At dawn, through the open window embrace,
Whispers of weeping voices reach to my bed.
But down the park, to the grove I tread, where
The chorus of insects' hushes, silence spread.
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- Lighting up holding the arrow-root lamp.

If the full of longing stretcheth to the dark-side,
If looking up the time turneth to the purgatory days,
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The night, the dark clouds're floating in the sky,
And the breeze says that winter was drawing nigh.
The last night in October. Silently. Hark,
On the ground. The whispers of the leaves in the park.
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In the ground of general Kwon's house, now
An ancient gingkgo-tree proudly stands,
As the sun sets, in the western sky,
The clouds turn red when looking up in this lands.
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The father's name was Field and son's William,
They left the merits, Koreans would call'em
As the War-Heroes fought for freedom, against
The Communists and evil-ists. In extremely tensed
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The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
But the today-morn. I can see again that the fallen leaves're rolling.
In the mist, on the tree at the park, a dove chirps and grieves
The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
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The late fall the morning sun is bright,
The gathered people are waiting in quite,
For 11 o'clock, and even the breeze
Is stopping for a while under the trees.
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The rain stops, whene'er breeze whispers, they drip beneath the leaves.
Autumn sun gently spills where the leaves're sparsely stuck on branches.
Though the foliage may've fallen, the beauty lingers on colorful leaves,
And elders're savoring leisurely moments, sitting on benches,
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The old days before, we met him as a robust influential personnel.
In the blink of an eye, he meets the eightieth birthday. Well-
Evoking moments gone by, memories flicker before us,
Raising a glass, for his happiness and health, we offer prayers.
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When the rain stops, raindrops hang, and the leaves more clearly deepen
Even the day-lily fall, then your worries. Please, not have forgotten!
The traces remain on empty stalks, and dancing when the wind blows,
How can they didn't feel the melancholy? 'Cause, strangely as time flows
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In the heart of power, the lady's beauty became a flaw,
They exploited, mocked and discarded all of her honor to the shaw.
The period of enjoying sweetness was ended too short on the way
As the fall day, with its brief sun, is soon about to fade away.
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Under the Milky Way, the words
Of love are cozy and beautiful like a dream,
Once heart departed, the long-standing affection,
In a thousand days, vanished like steam.
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Was painted ugly, Zhāojūn's sent
To barbarian king to marry,
And pretty depicted Anna, was sent
To Henry VIII to marry.
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On the way back, the shining colored leaves
Are red, the autumn fully grows.
And glancing back the seventy-seven years,
It's adorned with beautiful poetry and prose.
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Smoke, gunfire, cannon're thundering,
To the front fortress, wave attacking!
The assailants, The People's Army, the strongest enemy,
They're former Red Chinese Eight Route-Army,
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When the White-Horse's structure lose one's master, how many years have passed?
And the Fallen Flowers' Rock is standing many years have passed.
Had the greenish mountains not early embraced silence all,
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