May 2020
You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.
In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.
Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.
In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.
Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?
