the breath of the forest is in their fallen leaves.

Winter builds spring
Winter nurtures summer
Winter cures falling
Winter burns itself pure(
White).

I see the forest of the trees
I walk through the park
with the homeless birds

In the distance
a park forest path: snake's tailing
at the crawling night

Will it rain?
Will time stop?
Will it wind.
Will space disappear?

I hug the leaves that tickle me
clean and warm
This winter night is dawning.

The rabbit
forgets the turtle
thinks about victory
only

In fact
knows well
rabbit cannot be lose in the race

The turtle
remembers the rabbit
thinks about unbeaten
only

In fact
knows well
turtle cannot be win in the race

On whose side is victory.

On the room door
toward the dartboard
one
two
three
threw an arrow
singly
even if i threw
dozens of times
couldn't hit
the center spot
so
i pictured a hating face
and
shot while staring
last left arrow
i hit
a perfect score!

Going down Apt. stairs
saw a dozing sparrow by the window
held down a sparrow
a sparrow escaped to upstairs rooftop
but hit beak to an locked iron door and
be shut in the corner
pressed a sparrow with flat bag softly
left hand grabbed and caught
with proud emotion
to bus station
walked in deep thoughts

Fly a night
when the morning comes
will ask mother then forcibly
will tie a sparrow ankle with thread sturdy
from yard to rice paddies and a empty field
a grandson will scamper

While i feel so good
my right fingers relaxed
flapping
opened wings powerful
circled around top of an electric pole
a sparrow grew
farther and farther
away

Ah!
a dream of mine.

love without a fight=a fight without love.