Bare feet slap worn wood.
Breath comes fast and deep.
A turn, a step, and then again
we kick and slide and leap.
Each a mirror
to the others,
same as siblings
sister, brothers.
This violent dance with blood unspilled
we perform as with one mind,
for even though I cannot see,
I feel you both in front, behind.
Whirling white, we're belted black.
Punches, kicks hit only air.
Sleeves and pants must flash and crack
as we imagine what is there.
We finish loud with strength and shout,
the Hwa-Rang hyung now done,
but though the sharing fades with time,
we three remain as one.
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