Wind Burial 27 scrap
by Hwang Tong-gyu
October 27, 2015
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When I leave this world
I'll take my two hands, two feet, and my mouth.
I'll take my dim eyes, too, carefully covering them with my lids.
But I'd rather leave my ears,
Ears keen to catch the sound of late night rain
As it gives its arm to autumn’s shoulder.
Ears that know which autumn tree stands in rain
Only by listening
Will be left.
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