It's dawn of the summer, rainy days.
But in the park, the winds're chilly.
The thing which opens the dusky days
Are the delivery vehicles of the Coupang, M'Curly.
In the sky, it's full of the shadowy clouds,
And in the grass, it's full of the daybreak's dews.
The sleepless night, the road-lamp stands
With tiredness, vaguely shines on the dews.
In the old streets of Seoul and Tokyo, Dong-Ju,
Why did he sleepless, and be lost in thought?
It's coming, today, 'cause of the yahoo,
The young guys were buried. What did wrought?
But still, the falsehood are prevailing,
The foolish guys are fanatical and thoughtless.
On the bench the used cans are whirly rolling
And several raindrops fall with noiseless.
(25th June, 2022. at dawn)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem at dawn, which is the day Korean war broke out. I sit on the chair at the time when the war began. Our fathers guarded the freedom of their family and off-springs with the aid of many countries, many young Korean, American, English, and other Western soldiers were dead at the war. Owing to their death, we can live in freedom today. But these days, we forgot the war. We must bear in mind the sentence "The freedom is not free!"
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Comments1
A sensitive write K.
Hi! Orchidee
Thank you so much for your comments. Wish your happy Sunday!
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