Wave I

Washed ashore
The odor, sneaked into those fingernails
The sound of kissing surface, titanium white
Bubbles waking me up, the mornig of march.

Mommy goes out
To collect the mussels on shore*

Washed ashore is a sound wave
Joyful tear full of the left smell
A tiny wave inside the wavelength
The good one will never be good.

Baby sweet falls asleep*
On a surface of stopped record,
White lilies will be washed ashore,
A bunch of

Author's Note

*from the Korean old fairy tale song

Reviews

[m3lody mae]

found this deep and well written