Let Knowledge Grow - Poem by Kyungdae Min
The round clock rotated over the sky,
eating the decayed dead birds feather.
Once hope is the thing with feathers.
More of reverence in us dwell
That mind and soul, according well
I am fool and slight;
Forgive what seemed my sin in me,
And in the wisdom make me wise,
The wisdom with the comiog of time.
Behold the man that loved and lost,
But all he was is overworn.
Be near me when my light is low,
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
Today the sea is calm in the moment.
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