You
who love me too much
are unapproachable
as people
who don't love me.

Stars aren't forgotten
they just fade
because they're nothing

Your shadows
give to us

What our Hudson River
take out
With FDR

Stars don't fade
they are just forgotten
because they are not nothing.

You have seen winter!
Autumn's buds
Spring leaves
Fall Coat
Winter is the descendant of fall
Cuckoo song
Into the blue sea
and the longing
of the unable to to meet
that must be met
with the mirror of the past pleasure
in the red sea
Have you ever seen winter?

now
I am leaving

I will
to see the present
I'll stay with you

like little children
showing me
I want to live

please, marry me.

Time-independent
always have a green heart
relaxation, a big dream
punished without punishing

Butterfly than flower
root than branch
peace than war
stars than sky
pearl shell than pearl

Interest of indifference
introverted but friendly
preferring unfamiliar one to familiar places

Not remembering
faults and transgressions (long)
Remembering
good deeds and merits long

And
Humanist reject deny abolish
all "-ism" like you
delivering love alone.

The oldest
waiting for the subway

Silence of violence
Silence of indifference
Silence of absolute poverty

You must watch them
being separate recycling
for stillness for roar.

Life is like a lie
Lies spread all over the world
Whatever I see
Tears alone

Also rolling rocks
Everything in the world
Whatever I see
Joyful alone

Because it is water.

All love is
tragic
absurdity
because two different beings
must become one

So
All love is beautiful.

I chant fingers of love
like trees in the wood

I paint chains of love
like waves in the sea.

I'm not jealous

dreamily awake
Sway of Candle
You Approaching Like That
that makes the stars sparkle
melody of light
Lightness
and rigidity
and follow me
rhythm of a child's heartbeat
The crutch of life.

Yellow-black-white

Powerful
Confused
Not cheerful but stable eyes
Creepy eyes of love
Cynic but
Nocturnal
Moving the night
Making the morning
Kind and hopeful eyeslight
Secret location tracking
Sleeping the trees of the night forest
Bright visual acuity
But hearing
Hunting the darkness
Today Owl
Gentle appearance and powerful attack
Making the morning
Not afraid of yesterday
Bird of freedom and wisdom
You,
Your eye lights that have left

Is your love only visible to me? Yes!

A poem is like a painting.

Here's a story about

There was a man
who bought everything and tried to sell
everything

He believed in himself
He believed in no one
His faith in himself
was not proven to anyone
Of course,
he didn't believe in himself either

With faithless love
he tried to prove his victory but
it was impossible

finally
he realized
life had not been sweet for him.

It's a rainy day
the spring rain is pouring down
like a torrential downpour

and I'm driving

Drops of water
thick raindrops
tap on the front windshield

Wipers are working automatically
bouncing off grain size drops
left and right

I feel
crouch and wipe
unfallen drops on my face and arms.

waterfall falls
fearlessly
in a straight line

falling leaf fall
in a curve line
no hesitation

they
are falling
sans regret...

A love of water
that takes you up to the top
of a 100 meter tree.

It
creates
loving companionship by sharing
the same experience.

For the first time
I hung a wall clock
I could hear the hands moving
all the time

even when I was writing poetry,
wrapped around my heart
all the time

years have passed
Now
I can hardly hear it
even when I write poetry
I can hardly hear it

The comfort of time
Let us never forget
The sound of time.

candlelight darknesses
darknesses eyelights
eyelights starlights.

An arrow that missed the target
The eyes are sadly looking at the forest
As the birds in the forest fly up
The time of misfortune also flies up

Cassia Seed Tea

A sea of ​​fog that blocks the future
The arrow that fell on it
misses the target
And heads towards me is no-thing.

No matter how much I look for it
I can't find that poetry book...

I'm sure I've seen it

But no matter how hard I search it

When I sit quietly and think about it

It's quietly hidden in the depths of my heart

It's a bigger regret than not finding the poetry book

What is it?
Where is it?

To bend the waist is humility
That way you can pick up the truth
Kneeling down is obedience
That way you can practice the truth.

with love
do not make
shield or spear

weapons of love
that is
love for them.

At the corner of the dark room
After crouching and leaning on the bed
Wake up and with heavy steps
Whenever lover is coming.

even as time passes

and space moves

even as clouds disperse

even as birds sing

and flowers beckon
even as they are not mine

reading is a regardless beauty.

Breaking diamonds
Good luck appears in heart
Approaching
Shaking
Like a clown
Game changer
Let's be a spear and shield
Sometimes.

Visit your hometown
Meet neighbors
Time without time
It is consumed
Walk the lines
Smelling
the fragrance of pure.

1 day
24 hours
24 hours
1440 minutes
1440 minutes
86, 400 seconds

The shortest is the most precious.

you share Sunbeam
day and night
as a soldier in battle
game of changing in
hatred of storm

sink hole shows
tear and fear
bridges of love
bringing us sailing
in you & me to the future

If we don't have them
pearl songs
around the mid-winter sea.

losing others
losing self
being.

winning self
winning others
Human.

losing to others
winning self
Human.

Winning others
Losing self
Being.

People are living with
Different loves in
The dreams and fears
To win profit or honor
Living
Loving
These are reality

If there is a love that goes beyond
Love cannot be seen
Live is
Peace of Loss and Dishonor
accepting sacrifice
For me, Not me
Oil of the lamp, Not perfume
fade away into odorous

I must throw away myself
into the light.

I opened the door
by cause
I thought someone
was coming
no people
all I see is
song of bird...

A mirror-like stream that seems to flow......
Above it
like a hat
grasses dance to the clear wind
beckoning
Above it
trees
branches
leaves,
holding winter with dry branches
Above it
I can see the blue skies
fragmented
cut into pieces.

In winter
There are four seasons
There is spring in springs.

Rotting
Weeds are rather than magnolia
Less odor.

water
flows down

water in the tree
flows upward.

plop plop
flowing
transforms
illuminate.

don't bend your back
get down your knees.

Leaf...........Lif.

A gentle spring
A spring with nothing to see
A spring of blazing summer
A spring of longing winter
spring spring spring
A spring that lost love
A spring that neither gains nor loses love
A spring that has become cruel
April, a burning April
A burning Workshop
A spring for the vital Lif.

Water dancing in a flexible hose

Flowers

Trees

Grass

On the shoes of the children

Drops of water falling
those that seep into the ground
You go away from me
becoming a dot
Crossing the horizon........

The sands
do not want to be a pearl
even if they meet a pearl oyster
they are not happy
Not meeting many friends
Not sharing many stories
with the reeds
with the waves
than living in the expensive showcase
they want to reside on the *******
Wind
Children's play
a lover's bed
if they are trampled
falling down like a sandcastle
Carrying the loneliness of winter
The sands
refuse to be a pearl
never leaving the riverside
The white sands
remaining as a beautiful habitat
be purified and recovered
as a buffer zone
Not envy the pearl that will be displayed.

go home and think
about your day
of your lies and dishonesty
until you see your road
on the note
sans sense.

Even if I feel love
I should not say, "I love you"
Love is like a bronco.

O Sweet Workplace
on the earth
to the moon
have not
Peace

It is over there
also it's beauty
over there

True
we imagine still
may there be them
There.

The dots
Walking over to
Until a dot becomes you
Waiting heart
That is love.