ㅁ There is nothing here but silence. Trees just stand, awaiting nighttime. Dust and bones discarded lie here. Look around, the soul is listless. There is nothing here but silence.
– a pentastich of indeterminate tetrameter.
ㅁ There is nothing here but silence. Trees just stand, awaiting nighttime. Dust and bones discarded lie here. Look around, the soul is listless. There is nothing here but silence.
– a pentastich of indeterminate tetrameter.