Old Tree and Poetry

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 There are days when I want to give up,

or let my hair flutter in the wind,

under an old tree, looking out over the hill.


There are days when I want to disappear,

or standing on green meadows,

with Na Tae Joo's poetry and a cup of tea.


There are days when I want to disappear,

or say a prayer, read old poems

and the hope of seeing your smile holds me back.

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