PAIK ASSOCIATES architecture
. Taeho Paik . POEMS .

Clouds


Under nature's dome we call sky
No one moment ever repeats
While between buildings birds may fly
The kings sit restless in their seats

The haughty sounds will fade away
No need to speak when the floods come
Too late for anything to say
Damage too big to be undone

It's not in fear of being punished
That we would do what's truly good
There were times when Siena flourished
Lorenzetti knew how it could

A man is his own government
The seed of all democracy
The heart born of the love's ferment
knows the cost of hypocrisy

Man and woman played naked there
With nothing but a sense of fun
And the bliss of being unaware
On the silvered edge by the sun

Siena 29 6 2007

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