Sour Power, Still a Flower

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 Sour Power, Still a Flower

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AI + Suno + Echo
“Power…”
I had a flower named Power,
living in a tower.
It tasted kind of sour,
but it was my flower.

Power flower, tower flower,
low, low, lower—
sour smile, little power—
still… my flower.

I had a flower named Power,
living in a tower.
It tasted kind of sour,
but it was my flower.
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Around March 2017.

My son’s first poem.

He went on and on — his first, he said.

I didn’t understand.

The boy who handed me the paper, giggling, has shot up.

The paper is still on that day.
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2017년 3월쯤.

아들이 처음 쓴 시.
자기가 처음 쓴 시라며 주절주절 설명한다..
나는 알아듣지 못했다.

종이를 건네며 킬킬대던 녀석은 훌쩍 컸다.

종이는 아직 그날에 있다.



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