Hope

                  Hong J, Park

There are white clouds,

there are might be an angel

on his soft cheek

nestle on his cheek with eager

depends on my whole body

a dream of peaceful dream

I want to remain.

even just a second quiet and calm

peaceful and restful

Naraka look down for endless bottom

fall into the bottomless pit

love that is hidden by self

effacement's eyes plow my way

flap the wings like a bird

I want to be fly into the infinite space