Lost letters of lost souls...
Wondering... hoping... for the day they would see each other...
Therefore, with a parchment and a quill in hand, they put magic on the sheet to draw their way out and maybe...
Just maybe...
Find each other sooner than l...
DISCLAIMER:This isn't a love poem between two soulmates,but between a twisted teenage girl and her dream country....alias moi😚
A place of number,that never slumbers, Lives of different paths ,walk on your streets. Please spare me a glimpse of your face, An aura of your presence. Spare my identity from the lips of your people.
I'm just a wanderer,I comes in peace, Spare me a taste of your delicacies, Spare me pressure of your hustle. Amaze me as your nature that thrills me with wonder. You are like a King's banquet ,the talk of the town, The world is trapped with bursting desires to see your face,touch your soils,to see and feel the lovely petals of cherry you bloom.
A beautiful place,a beautiful city,a beautiful Seoul,a beautiful Korea.
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