Ringing as birthing
Ringing as dying
Lost voice at the edge of the village
Lost awkward dance
You are perched on the edge of a trembling pillar, reaching for the sky splitting it in two.
That day, with bowed head,
in the morning and evening, morning and evening,
The sound of a snake’s tail brushing against grass,
startled by the desolate lunchbox of a soldier.
An empty underground
Starts ringing,
Rise and leave
Rise and leave
Yes, like a crouched rock on the hill,
as if soaring towards the sunset,
it shall faint with a pale sound.
With broken feathers,
lightly, tenderly plucking it out,
whispering softly,
No more war!
No more war!
– TaeHun Yoon
Juky 18, 2023
Daily Sauntering 
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