31) The Shade

       Wolran Kim

 

As much as a bowed face

This country accumulates on the foot

Came over a steep hill of light

Built the colorblind city

 

Holding the remaining snow from the winter

That had lived many years

The spot that warms the neck gets longer

 

Even in the shaking evening

Melting delicately

With no boundary between light and darkness

 

Once in a while, taking off the cloth of the sun

If I crouch down

 

Only then, becoming cool

Then, memory walks out

Holding the hands of the wind