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The Bubbles Never Ceased
Through the velvety curtain of fog,
Ebony black hair, rustling in the wind
Rosey red hues,
Splattered across a canvas of beige fabric
A stream of sunlight, creates a show of reflective lights,
To bounce across the surface of the rippling waters
White petals drift down to the ground,
Feathers of blue and green float across the sky
Lacey white ruffles
Tickle the long blades of grass
Laughter erupts in the distance
A display of periwinkle lights rise from the greenery
The Earth’s thirst is quenched by a
Layer of dewdrops
The scent of honeysuckle and freshly cut grass
Wafts through the light atmosphere
An aura of frivolous energy is shared between the
Honey colored creatures hopping across the terrain.
Bubbles of periwinkle lights skitter across the expanse
Pebbles dabble across the shoreline
Perfectly-round pearls clank against each other,
Slender fingers brush against the
Ever-ending sea of white calico
Tangerine and scarlet bubble up to the surface
The whole of it all seems like a beautiful dream
The sunlight hazes her eyesight
Crystal-like drops trickle down the side of her cheek
The wonderful silence is broken,
The bubbling surface of the water breaks
A single pearl balances on the veneer
The fall is near
Out of the crimson water, sprouts a single white blossom,
Gusts of silvery wind blow it across the dancing stream
Hopes to find a new rise
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This piece is an interpretive and symbolic commentary on American neocolonialism in South Korea. It also touches upon the impact that this neocolonialism had on the journey towards deitemizing women, gender roles, and history during after the First-Sino Japanese War.