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Posted by on Apr 15, 2008

Milk verse, a lament to a noble Buddhist monk

Ichadon
if milk be
the end of thee

We shall drink
green tea,
Beopheung and me.

While away the summer days
beneath thy severed gaze,
floating endlessly atop
Geumgangsan.

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