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