Closing eyes,

I feel the light of warmth

on my naked body.

There is no one around.

Only white,

Extreme white lights tell who they are.

There is no sound around.

Only winds, gently tender winds tell who I am.

Opening eyes,

I feel the light of pain

On my ashamed body.

There are too many people.

No one tells who they are.

There are too many voices,

But I don't know who I am.

Again,

Closing eyes I feel the whole secret of nature

On my naked body.
 
 
 

SONG JONG KIL

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