THE WASTE LAND - The Burial of the Dead poemurmur

written by T.S. Eliot, for remembrance and wanna recreate this land with a voice, read by T.S. Ho

April is the cruellest month, breeding 

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.......

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The bar for my dream Philo-sophie

My dream is my stress,

My color is my stress,

My love is my stress.


Even so.........................................................................,


Let me stress my dream.

Let me stress my color.

Let me stress my love.

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새로 Philo-sophie

하루 하루는 

새로운 것이다 


하루 하루는 

새로  것이다 


하루 하루를 

재듯 재듯

가로로 세로로

재듯이   없다


새로로이 다가온다 

하루의 모든 것이 

새롭다


하루 하루가 

새로운 것이다 


하루 하루가 

새로  것이다 


Marchin..in new


하루 하루도 

새로운 것이다


하루 하루도 

새로  것이다 

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