Stretch, across the plain.
- Yow Yi-woon 游爾奐
- Jun 22, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 11, 2022
Fathom the unlimited.

Dark was the day
when the chord dismayed,
fluctuated the tightrope,
meddled by waves.
Tears buzzed noises to the clear mind.
But the sun still rises and the sun still shines.
Dawn of summer turns tears to rain.
Stretched are the rivers across the plain.
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