Author Peter H. Lee Long ago in Silla, Venerable Ch'oyongIs said to have emerged from the emerald sea.With white teeth and ruddy lips he sang in the moonlight night,And danced in a spring wind with square shoulders and purple sleeves. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments