The Poetry Of...
Suchoon Mo.....................................
A White Wild Flower
a white wild flower
I shall not hold it my hand
it is not mine
you are the wild flower I adore
I shall not hold you in my arms
you are not mine
I am only a man passing by
a wild flower is too pure
and you are too beautiful
A Penny On the Asphalt
I found a penny
in the parking lot
lying on the asphalt
ignored
its worth unchanged
at just one cent
weather beaten
aged and still
like me
Pain In Secret
pain kept in secret
in one's personal heart
cannot feel the pain
of the suffering world
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