The old man, who once, soared on a crane,
Long ago, his presence wane'.
Only the drooping willow trees sway,
Whispering by the river every day.
The traces of merit have faded away,
Replaced by memorial stone on the way.
The public officials lost in fight,
They're self-centered for only their light.
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2023 07:46
- Comment from author about the poem: I visited the place where Jae-Woo, Kwag had lived for returning to the home town. It's located in near the Nag-dong River.
- Category: Short story
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