North Poem by Ronald Chapman
North
South of the black clouds,
My Soul flies,
My heart lives.
South of gray clouds,
I walk the streets of Freedom,
Beautiful Han River,
Carries my Spirit,
Memories of dark clouds linger,
Such a black life I had, living under storm clouds,
My wish is, for the dark clouds to vanish,
I want to live under the blue skies of Freedom,
In the place, I was born.
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8/11/2026 4:26:19 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Memories of dark clouds linger to search freedom in blue sky. Very amazing and thought provoking poem this is really.10
Kumarmani Mahakul Thank you very much for the comment and the 10. -Ron