Sang-Cheol, Han
A weathered stone fragment,
Tumbled down from the peak in high,
Roots are twining through long years,
A few pine trees bloom,
Their spirits
Are straight and greenish,
Reaching up towards the sky.
(4th, Aprl,2023, translated by Kinsley Lee)
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