Yoonjoo Cho
Sometimes rain becomes a powerful adhesive
Leaves stubbornly stick to the pavement, refusing to ease of
Falling flat. No more concessions, as if declaring
They lie on the cement, protesting,
Wanting to vent their anger towards the world at least
Once. It's actually a lingering leaf within me leased,
On the road just before returning to nature
Leaving behind a notable legacy even abbreviature
Somewhere I want to make a final desperate act
Even if it's arrogant fact.
Shouldn't it become a name that someone
Remembers? Tired of the long-run
Arguments. I stick to the ground
My last breath, exhale the body aground.
(May,2023. Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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