The Winter Mist Poem by Kinsley Lee

Hye-Kyung, Lee

December,
When you cross the foggy street
Please do not look back the past places
Where the street lights look like the ring around the moon, on which the street
Please, do not stop the paces

The sounds of treading on the fallen leaves
When it is heard like the sighs
Please forget the past days.

At dawn
Even the hairs which braided behind the ears are soaked by the humid winds
Please do not sing the past songs.

The another day dawned bright and it came the dusk dark too.
Maybe the foggy winter-night come too.