Grave

've come from burying little sister's grave
Fifteen ri beyond the glen of the Village Spirit.
I've come from planting full blooming flowers
For birds round the house to hunt on an outing
When the yearly spring breezes come.

by Jeong Ji-Yong

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while this is beautiful and true of many little child - some others live in poverty and despair, they don't know anything except guns, and prisons and hunger & cold. but i remember my childhood and it was as you spoke... a wonderful world of new things, imagination and kindness. too bad all the children in the world can live like this... funny though as it is: the money wasted on creating mass weapons of destruction alone can feed every child in the world... yet we would rather make war then love. gentle and kind piece. great work.