Kinsley Lee Poems

In early morning, whenever open the eyes,
It flows that the unrecoverable old stories, suddenly.
The autumn airs are whirling like the spring tides,
The regrets and sorrows surges upon to me.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon
The white washcloth is wrapped the black brains.
The white rubber shoes are hung on the rough feet.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon

On the night of the day when I came back
At same room, my skeleton was running after and lying
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The smoke of the battle swept away and the deep vales,
On the Sunny place at the deep vales,
The long time with storming, the unknown tomb-wood,
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Hyun-Poong, Wu-Hyun, Kim

Offering or drinking
And fill the another glass,
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Dong-Ju, Yoon

From where do the winds showed
Up, to where do the winds are called.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon

I've lost something,
But I don't know where I lost, and what it is,
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Mog-Wol, Park

The mountain peak in out-of-the-way
Where the pine pollens are flying
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Dong-Ju, Yoon

In the corner alley of the thickening twilight
All day with the wearied ear, silently I listen carefully to
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Ji-Yi, Hwang

I miss you, want to meet you but only to rely on the dream.
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