Young-Jae, Kwon
On the sandbank, the winds are going
Ahead, which are following the paces.
The color of the sunset in the twilight
Which is dyeing the sky.
The seashore's
Brushed by the winds,
It takes away the hot weather.
(From the Young-Jae, Kwon's the Anthology of the Sijo. Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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