I.
A curious thing falls into the mountain.
Who knows what’s trapped within?Like meeting old friends,
Lavender hallways house a golden cradle
Where temptation flowers and festers
To override instinct.
It fills one’s soul with something powerful…
Dew drops drip, seeping into the shelter,
Splashing, plopping, puddles forming.
Quick, fix the canopy,
Shield the garden of children from external poisons.
Our safe haven of pure saints must survive the cruel world…
There is a library in the city.
From each direction the buzzing and droning of city life clashes against the walls of this temple.
The library is lacking in funds,
And a sole librarian must tend to it…
The Seoul of the world will watch.
The Seoul of the world will chant.
The Seoul of the world will cheer.
The Seoul of the world will wait.
The Seoul of the world will roar…
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Once more I find myself upon this rift,
Summoned to fight a war for which I do not care.
But then I feel a gentle blowing breeze
That whispers, softly, calmly, into my ears.
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth,
Inspirèd hath in every holt and heeth,
The leaves and bushes rustled and swayed to the air,
And then she appeared to me…
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