Thou Poem by Kinsley Lee

Thou

1.
No hand to hold, yet
My arm's beginning to numb,
Reminds me old days.

2.
Can't bearing to break,
In deep of my heart, the last
One pretty flower.

3.
‘Tis night, energy,
Not endless roads before me,
Living endlessly.



Wednesday, September 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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The original poem was written in Korean by Hong-Gu, Heo, and translated by Kinsley Lee in English.
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