Words & Beyond II: Nan Sul Hun – III, IV, V

III. Orchid

An orchid once rippled near the window

Branch and petal deeply scented
Autumn wind touched the flower’s flesh

Then sadly frost reached out with cold hands

And although beauty failed

The spirit of fragrance lingered

Now the absence in my heart aches

And my sleeves are damp with tears

IV. Musical Insert

V. Imaginary ritual of burning the Nan-Sul Hun’s Poetry books/scrolls