My thoughts of former years ride upon the winds 
as waves drift across the wide seas.
Was I ever far from these waters: my mind a veritable sea of memory?...
Rather, I do seem to be far from orient seas and lands 
as well:for I stand ,now, upon,sometimes, lonely shores ...
Filled, evenso, with many flowers ...but one in particular
is the one I treasure in my Soul:
O! I have, still, one unique Rose plucked right 
from the shores of the sea!.
No sunrise is so lonely when I ponder her "heavenly" scent.
No sunset so saddens me when I remember
my Rose is most beautiful... in her Soul
which shall not die... though, someday, her 
"mortal" days and nights shall fall down
to drift along on ocean waters like so many rose 
petals which is where my thoughts roam at the approach
of a future Sunrise:  ...but a rosy kiss from my Korean wife--
that "rose" I was allowed
to "pluck" so long ago...

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