Hope
Hong J, Park
There are white clouds,
there are might be an angel
on his soft cheek
nestle on his cheek with eager
depends on my whole body
a dream of peaceful dream
I want to remain.
even just a second quiet and calm
peaceful and restful
Naraka look down for endless bottom
fall into the bottomless pit
love that is hidden by self
effacement's eyes plow my way
flap the wings like a bird
I want to be fly into the infinite space
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