DEOKSANG LEE Poems

I don't want to be a large star.
I don't want to become the morning star.
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Red blossom,
Brightly laughing smile,
She's the cake of flower flame.
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At walking paths I wander,
Water doesn't flow in the land,
Yearning is always flowing moistly.
Without crying,
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White clouds like a feather come to be carried on the breeze,
Trees silently come to me with fingers waving,
It's heavy as being pressed with all the gravity of the earth.
Want to fly like the foam of wave,
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While the sun is closing eyes,
the moon opens the lips.
Only the hands of clock
Slowly fall asleep.
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