Flower Petals On the Sleeves by Ji-Hoon Cho
The sky far away Above cold mountain rocks. Wild birds Cry mournfully. The clouds flow A thousand miles down the river. The wanderer’s long sleeves Are wet from flower petals. Twilight over a riverside village Where wine is mellow. When this night is over Flowers will fall in that village. The heart is sad and tender to a fault. The wanderer goes, drifting quietly in the...
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