come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
there was a saying
there is magic in Autumn air
I thought they were lying
now I feel something in there
watching fleeting youth’s flare
withering into exhausted tear
I questioned if this is a glory,
a beautiful mark of life;
if this is end of the story
or sweet opening who survive
씁쓸한 가을을 보낼 것인가
아님 아름다운 종말 속에서
새로운 탄생을 노래할 것인가
10.13.2022
Frosty Autumn atmosphere is in the air
The sky is pastel milky blue, as if out of a Cezanne’s painting.
The street corners seem oddly a bit more serenely quiet
Putting away the wildness of a last few nights into a drawer
Now is the time to contemplate & appreciate
No more, no less.
Watching as the sun goes down, imbuing the horizon into persimmon orange-rouge haze
I clasp my hands.
Please let there be hope.
9.3.2021
In a middle of deadly quiet and white winter,
Spring whispered its warmth into cinders,
Stoking an awakening into consciousness,
Smoking the flickers of lustful life into wilderness.
Then the summer came,
With a whirlwind of bombastic laughter, serene tear-shedding, and a shot gun picnics into greeneries,
Cinematic crimson feather clouds floating loftily above the guardless heads,
And a steaming magmatic energy exuded by every loving living beings under the sun,
Stepping into the Autumn,
Hardened skins wizened with crevices of scars, ones which have bled once.
Eyes softened with glows of exploding young stars,
Voice resounded from deep within from a well of soul that dug itself deeper inside.
Autumn, autumn is here.
9.10.2019
Ralph with Coffee 