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❛ The Word Of TheWind. ❜
1:33 PM September 2021 HYOSAN HIGH SCHOOL
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WHENEVER JEONG AREUM needed inspiration for her songwriting, she metaphorically, found herself leaning her head of the shoulders of many poets. They provided her support and planted fresh and bold ideas within her mind. The seeds of support for developing new lyrics, grew into vivid and prepossessing flowers, ones that had an angelical scent, mirroring the sound of the music she created.
Above her unruly desk, that was still decked with unreleased musical scrolls and scrawly written lyrics engraved in graphite upon bits of paper, was a hefty cabinet that encased stacks and stacks of poetry. Behind the pink-tinted glass, were collections of poems, that Jeong Areum had bought every time she visited the bookshops, or antique store with Ji-Hun. Every page was adorned with heartfelt words that caused ideas to bloom within her mind; some were even stained with droplets of rosé (from the times when she'd take several swigs from a glass bottle with Ji-Hun).
Jeong Areum would either showcase some stanzas into her songs, if she adored them in particular. Or she would generate new lyrics, whilst being mesmerised by the magnificent poetry she read beforehand.
With her entirety being besotted for poetry, it only made sense that she found a passion for songwriting, and she conveyed that passion wholeheartedly all throughout College, and further onwards in her life too- and Moon Ji-hun admired her for that.
The two had taken the same subject: English Literature.
Every time, when Moon Ji-hun stuck his hand up in the air, his mind bursting with magnificent ideas to the teacher's lectures, Jeong Areum always beat him to it, and her inputs were always more interesting.
