Moonlit Night

When I open the door a bit,
you peek in with such hesitation;
when I open the door a little wider,
you gaze inside for a good while
with your gray, counter-beam light.

When I leave both doors flung open,
you do not enter;
instead, you sit high in the middle of the sky,
veiling the world with your silk gown.

A certain person long ago
did just as you have . . .
He never paid me a visit,
but unrolled for me a roll of silk instead.
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Kim Namjo
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