Flower Petals On The Sleeves

The sky far away
Above cold mountain rocks.
Wild birds
Cry mournfully.

The clouds flow
A thousand miles down the river.

The wanderer’s long sleeves
Are wet from flower petals.
Twilight over a riverside village
Where wine is mellow.

When this night is over,
Flowers will fall in that village.

The heart is sad and tender
to a fault.
The wanderer goes,
Drifting quietly through the moonlight.

– Ji-hoon Cho (Korean Poet)


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