My poetry
The word
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2018. 3. 27. 08:30
The Word
Setting target,
Longitude 0°
Latitude 0°
Aim Complete,
3...2... 1...
0_________
Fire!
Flying up through the empty void,
Separating off the air,
You would be exactly penetrated
to the point what you want.
Then,
Fire burst away,
Fragments jumped out,
just like blazes.
After your passionate festival,
Ruins remained,
Even somethings left
made even tears die a dry death.