• Yow Yi-woon 游爾奐

Quiet Times 靜釀

New dew in brew...


In the weather of cool where dreams subside, richness of spirit quietly refines.


You sublime from the morning glow at the brim of sky,

harvest in the vines, leaves

ripened by the wind,

a lake and a lawn that nourish lives,

the core of mine where precious resides.