Have Drawn A Piece Of Wettish Grief Poem by DEOKSANG LEE

At walking paths I wander,
Water doesn't flow in the land,
Yearning is always flowing moistly.
Without crying,
Have drawn a piece of wettish grief.
As two are one,
Draw a sheet of warm loneliness.


Whenever I am longing for you and want to meet you,
Have drawn the picture.
When I always feel sad and die to see you,
Have made the drawing for 24 hours.
At the lonely lane along walking with me during 365 days,
As listening the breath hidden in the branches,
Put two leaves into my dry mouth.