Tag: Park Hyeongjoon

Spring, midday.Opening the air’s drawer,I smell the scent of new life.Warmed alcohol,sunlight fallen between dew, and as we walk,us, trying to speak only words with lips.We blow our hornstowards the door to the future hung in the blue sky.Holding firmly to the weak wind’s waist,feel its secret wordscollect in your ears.Breathe deeply in the direction…