Beauty Has No Home
there is no cradle
for the birth of beauty
there is no tomb
for the death of beauty
the field of white snow
the field of white flowers
beauty has no home
or resting place
An Old Soldier
an old soldier
does not sing
his heart is the grave
where his song lies
in silence
never forgotten
the whispering wind
came and went
over the frozen river
he left behind
long ago
far away
Suchoon Mo
an old soldier
does not sing
his heart is the grave
where his song lies
in silence
never forgotten
the whispering wind
came and went
over the frozen river
he left behind
long ago
far away
Suchoon Mo
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