Reed
Since when, the reeds have been inside.
It was crying quietly.
It must have been one of those nights.
Reed grass
His whole body is trembling.
Got it.
Something neither wind nor moonlight.
Reeds gently sway, calming me.
I didn't realize it was crying.
Living means, deep inside, like this
That it is quietly crying.
He didn't know.
Poet Shin Kyung-rim
Reading the poem "Reed" calms my mind.
I'm trying to become a day~
A poem suitable for autumn, but somehow today
This poem really resonates with me.
I brew a warm cup of coffee and sing♡
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