As I wished to touch the hot soup,the gentle wind blows upon my skin:
Took down my hairclip and grabbed my attention with it!
Fairly I knees down but suddenly heard a smash;
My attention to the other side, oh no!
Cause I've dropped the bowl of hot soup !
And my gentle wish lain on the ground with my hair clip.
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Author:
Monhyung (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2026 03:59
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Comments1
This seems a poem of wisdom where shifting one's attention from that of primary importance to something else may prevent attaining that that is most important. Nicely written
Thanks for bringing out a special meaning in this simple poetry.
You are most welcome
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