The Wayfarer

Across the ferry
by the path through the corn

like the moon through the clouds
the wayfarer goes.

The road stretches south
three hundred li

every wine-mellowing village
afire in the evening light

as the wayfarer goes
like the moon through the clouds.
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Pak Mogwol
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