Sung Min Park

Yellow Wind

See the red leaves in all places
that are burning like bright fires.
It makes my heart also burn.

Hear the sounds of falling leaves
that are dancing in the wind,
like they finish what they are supposed to finish.

Feel the yellow wind.
It is warm like a mother's hand,
so I do not want to let go of it.

Do not let it go.
See this like it is the last red leaf that is left in the world.
Hear like there are no more falling leaves in the world.
Feel the yellow wind like there is no more fall,
before the winter comes.


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