The Word Dropped On a Roadside
today too,
i am walking on a way that has no end
crossing over the threshold of skepticism
though i do not know exactly what i am looking for
water flows along the river
clouds scatter blown by the wind
seasons change their color with passing time
because i held a word ‘life’ tightly in my hand
i went with time hanging on the swinging pendulum
and as time flows the weight of life changed on each occasion
the word ‘life’ unknowingly slipped away
from my hand now stands on the roadside, dyed red
in the evening glow while gazing at; not today, not tomorrow
but miserable yesterdays.
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Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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