April MAG

February 26, 2018
By 8dahl GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
8dahl GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
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Forty-degree sunlight
melts the snow beneath my feet.
The smell of fresh air inspires;
dew glistens on the newly cut grass.
Dark clouds rise and sheets of lights flash.
Who knew sunlight could be so rare?


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo


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