“Sad Patriarch” by Hwang In-Sook
Thumb, index finger, middle finger.As you stare at your three outstretched fingers,I tell you that you’re making the face of…
Thumb, index finger, middle finger.As you stare at your three outstretched fingers,I tell you that you’re making the face of…
Even though they call softly,soon in every moonlit alley I hangmy everythingon flowersrecognizing someone like witnessesand blooming radiantly Because my…
Still lost in some thought,nameless and without symptoms, I stop.And coming back to my senses, see a world in motion….