South Korea Spring
In this city,
concrete and glass,
ancient temples,
and hidden parks,
on this river
were made our schemes
to break with tradition,
with K-Pop dreams.
Ajoomas walk here,
comfortably clothed,
in western styles,
young beauties pose,
taking photos
under the trees,
couples strolling
in the breeze.
The sound of windchimes
fills the air
and you laugh
and toss your raven hair,
follow the clouds
of blossoms, pink-white,
hypnotic fragrance
through the night.
Suzy Davies, 2019, Copyright. All Rights Reserved.
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