No. 041 Prose Poems The Crooked Moon (2)

(2). The sound of the moon

(March 1, 1994)

(The moon perched on the lotus and the frog scolds the shadow in the sky.)

The moon bathes in the river, its sound murmurs, and the boat goes to the sky

The moon is in the garden, and its voice is surging

The moon fluttered in the wilderness silently...)

The moon is crowing frogs in the lotus pond

Date the shadows of the sky

The moon in the sky is a crooked comb

On the strings of the moonlight

Sort out the singing

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The moon creeps into the orchard

Babbling on the girl's tongue

Taste the sweetness

The guy pounced and argued

There was a crunch

A bunch of stuff jumped into the river

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An owl wakes up

Spread your wings like black moon buds

Pounce on the vole

Voles kick on the strings of the moonlight

Scared to the reminder of the chill

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Moon Bud is still frolicking in the creek

A crisp smile of a man and a woman

Laughter

Dripping into my father's ear

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A slap from my father

Put the moonlight on the son's face

Lap

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The guy was covered in water droplets

Hung with the moon

The sound of the horn fell to the ground

Broken

Still shaking with tears in my eyes

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The moon buds shattered in the girl's tears

Crying

From the first night to the dawn

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There is only the moon in the sky

It's still the same as before