I went on a walk, along a long bare twisting road, out of their way
And then I came by my grave, with half-dried flowers on a white slate
This soul wanders free at last, now that my body has to stay
(A korean format of poetry, like these Sijo (melody) I Sijo Sijo
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And yet you don’t know a thing about poetry :P ?
Oh no no no, what I said was, I don’t care much for patronizing rookies AND that poetry comes harder than prose, which is just like breathing