I've forgotten,
How long it has been, since, I left my home,
A long time ago,
I've thought for a long time,
How I miss;
“The “clear song” of the magpie
that reflects the
bright and hopeful spirits” of my home
so long ago,
How, I miss my home where
the flower from heaven,
Mugunghwa blooms.
How, I miss the hard work,
As a poor farmer,
How very much I miss a kinder less
complicated time and place,
That was my home so long ago.
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
I've forgotten,
How long it has been, since, I left my home,
A long time ago,
I've thought for a long time,
How I miss;
“The “clear song” of the magpie
that reflects the
bright and hopeful spirits” of my home
so long ago,
How, I miss my home where
the flower from heaven,
Mugunghwa blooms.
How, I miss the hard work,
As a poor farmer,
How very much I miss a kinder less
complicated time and place,
That was my home so long ago.
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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