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