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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