Sang-Cheol, Han
In Seoul, a sacred tree with golden leaves
Shining bright on the twigs' steeple
A grand ginkgo, which danced the Dance of Peace
With the common people
A widow's
Late lamented song
Is plaintive, when the autumn winds blow with gurgle.
(Jun.,12th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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