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Flowing Water

In the valley soaked in love—from beneath its arms,rose the scent of human sweat. Even death itself was, in truth,a fragment drifting through the sky,a sip of wine,a single sigh,the sweet lips of a woman—a bridal procession. Turn your head.Look … Continue reading →

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The Night That Rises

The flies come thick, fevered— drawn to what softens, fades.“Eat, drink, be merry,” they murmur—“for tomorrow, you vanish.”Their hum coils around a bowl of bone,a whisper threading through the marrow’s wind. From every corner they gather—pale ones, dark ones, the … Continue reading →

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Evening Primrose

– A Love That Waits in Silence Night lifts the soil in tender hands,stones breathing beneath her touch.From the hush of the earth, life trembles awake—a slow hymn of endurance,the human ache folded deep in green. The sky, a fenced … Continue reading →

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“The Beloved”

— The Light Within Me In the quiet corners of my mind,where shadows gather and rest,your voice whispers softly—calm, clear,measuring the length of my years. Your gaze is cold as tempered steel,yet a fire hides within.Its edge cuts through illusion,but … Continue reading →

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The Road of Returning

– Longing for Home Those shoes rest by the threshold,their soles worn thin on mountain stones—they whisper of the roads I’ve walked,of lonely journeys, of youth and its heavy dreams. A quiet house,its door still open.Wind drifts across the yard,calling … Continue reading →

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“Footsteps”

Do you understand—that it is not enough? Not only until death—but beyond the drumbeat,will you walk with me? It was the song of the lepers,the cry of beasts gone mad.Within the city’s diseased gutlay plague,and bodies unburied,and silence thick as … Continue reading →

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“Our Neighborhood”

(In memory of Busan and Masan, 1979 – for late Rev. Sung-Muk Choi and late Esq. Kwang-Il Kim) We walked together, side by side,bound by one small, silent care.Before us stretched the chalk-white road—so still, as if time waited there. … Continue reading →

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“Earth Toward the Temple”

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 in Korean, Trans. by Copilot. – A dream for peace beneath the storm – Lightning split the sky— and the earth, pale blue and yellow, wore the face of a weary child. Rain walked with sky … Continue reading →

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“Time Drifting on the River”

© TaeHun Yoon, 2025 Existential Rebirth The sun rises again—not as promise, but as proof that nothing stands still.Its light burns the desert clean,naming every shadow that dares to exist. Man stands between dust and eternity,tasked not to conquer but … Continue reading →

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“River of the East”

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 The Suffering and the Rising A black serpent wore the weight of a week’s rebirth around its neck.It had been struck, cast into the stillness of the wild. The ground ran red with blood,and the city … Continue reading →

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