I sat in the latest circle with simple gist,
Staring into blue with changing playlist.
With the increasing sound of metal as through ditches it passed,
Slowly it passed through the cities dusty road ocean passengerless stations it knowingly missed.
YOU ARE READING
SHE WAS「그녀는」
PoetryIt's a short unbridged poem of a thinker who comes across her. Who might that 'HER' be? 잘 잘 읽으십시오. 네 인생은 한 잊을 수없는 사건 살려주세요.
