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       (INK I— @bLookjun POET 채널.)

In the middle night  &.  when the world is enveloped in the hush of slumber and only wakeful spirits linger

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ㅤsearch for splendor not in reveries but
    in the enchantment ‘Sentence ──  of
    verse inscribed upon parchment.

I am swathed in the stillness of my faintly illuminated chamber, where the atmosphere thrums with the gentle whisper of fluttering folios, where the amber radiance of the lamp gathers upon the desk, stretching elongated phantoms across the partitions   ⓘ    (E, 19:21)

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ㅤㅤ“Epilog” ────II.      Not merely parchment and entwined, but a vessel of sentiments, repository of unuttered emotions, murmuring clandestine truths decipherable by the heart. glide along  the delicate periphery of the leaves, awakening echoes of silent confessions hidden within the folds of time.

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the rhythm of the verses carved by the poets, their souls preserved in the ink of thousands of sonnets &. 노래하는 마음
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          their longings poured out in
              the emptiness of time                        

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           Monday      UntiI,      Thursday
  (+)   06.00 AM      ──       10.00 PM

                        Friday    Only
  (+)   05.00 PM      ──       01.00 AM

           Sunday        And,        Saturday
  (+)   05.00 AM      ──       10.00 PM


ㅤㅤ(...)   as I read, as I let each line carve the meaning of time written from corner to corner, I raise my cup of coffee—black as the vast sky outside my window.
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ㅤ at that moment, in the sacred silence
ㅤ where only the invisible ticking of the
ㅤ clock marked the passing of the hours,
ㅤ I understood poetry is not just written,
ㅤ but lived—it breathes the steam that
ㅤ rises in gentle swirls from my cup

               a  poetic reason                    

        Vol I'     i don't hold my phone
        Vol II'    i not online in telegram
        Vol III'   im in my busy schedule
        Vol IV'   im on my trip

      
/ ..  the space between the letters where silence speaks louder than words, and as I sit there, drunk on the scent of baked dreams and ink-stained memories.