No. 053: Five Seconds Series: Seven Ancient Verses—Fair Maiden Glances, Toppling a Kingdom

Autumn’s radiance washes away the leaden haze,
Ink-stained waters fall, mist deepening the waves.
Fragrant petals rise, borne by winds that cleanse,
Yet disaster flows where cloud-kingdoms bend.

Palace maidens tilt their gaze, beauty overturns a realm—
Written for the elder sister in student days,
A theme for the one who stands clear and bright,
No stage entwined, only the poetry’s light.