The Telepathy By Heart To Heart Poem by Kinsley Lee

Hyung-Sig, Kim

The heavy rains are coursing
Down, it's the softened noodles of string.

The raindrops are tapping and bouncing,
The potato pancakes, which make the sounds of frying

It makes me, whenever it rains,
To recollect the mother's chopped noodles.

According to the empty hunger,
To inside of the home, when I enter.

'The potato pancakes, ' my wife serves
Me, 'and the hand-made chopped noodles.'

The heart-to-heart telepathy,
I'm in your mind, so I'm happy.