Asked she,
“Would you march
With the flag
Fly the balloons
In the air?
Share sweets with friends?
Enjoy with relatives?”
I replied,
What joy for this nightingale?
Far from his land of hill?
The fate of lovers:
To silently remember,
The bygone days,
Spent in love’s chamber.
January 26 2004. Edit Aug 2024
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.
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