Monday, August 3, 2009

My Mother, My Sister, My 경숙 : POEM ONE


There is the tree
With flowers to bloom
I see its leaves dancing
Within this morning view

I feel the pain in its roots
As it grasps to breathe
The richness of its soil
Offers it warmth

And the greenness lives on
As its arms do stretch
Standing in the far distance
I do see how I too
Am part of these roots
That feed this tree

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