The Azalea
by Kim So-Wol
When you tire of my love
and leave me behind,
meek and silent, I shall let you go.
I shall pick azaleas
from the yaksan hills of Yungbyun
and strew them upon your path.
then, step by step,
you will tread upon the flowers
as you walk away.
when you tire of my love and leave me behind,
though the pain be as death
I shall not weep...
*Beauty in its simplicity...*
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