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Memories of the Wind

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Green watercolor landscape with a solitary figure beneath a canopy of leaves

Memoir of Love: Where Flowers Grow

Chasing the Wind: Prologue

Entrance

Here I stand Still as the grave at dusk. She wears my face, all this ache. Eyes, a dying seed Hush the crowd my colors bleed, The weight of seeing all. flowers breathe. Feared is the abyss that dwells within me. Nor do I find love within myself. Unknown light. No more sorrow I cast off the weight, Fire that frees. No longer do I crave the death that whispers. I feel the pain, as artists do. In every lifetime, As life burned, A flower unfurls Life amidst death. I have chased the wind. For where it blows I, too, shall go A grin that knows It costs to walk free. A sea of flowers still blooming, Where shadows linger And claim their hour.

Flowers Will Bloom

I carry you in each breath, Every dawn that finds us apart. I’m here My dearest love. Within the pain, I vow: All the flowers will bloom.
Watercolor illustration for the poem Flowers Will Bloom, showing a girl in a pink dress among butterflies

Tangerines

Tangerines ripen on the branch Sun-kissed light, Patient as a grandmother’s heart, Waiting for her granddaughter’s footsteps. A quiet harvest of love, Sweet and endless, Returning home Like a gentle tide.

Truth

I do not want To pay tribute to the life we lived in I want to remember the truth. On the cold days, Every moment.

Garden of Life

Love craves the fierce truth The taste of a bittersweet wound, Hungry for the ache. Silent is the storm, The pain beneath. Yet love will find me, Over and over again, Until it blooms Into the garden of life.

On Each Page

As time fades, Your words drift in Tightly, I hold them. What the rain remembers: Letters from you, All the warm memories Found on each page.

A Recall to Life

On an early summer morning, I woke to water the plant We both once cared for. Remember? You found it on the way home Clutching it tightly, Running with joy, Like a child. I remember saying, “Seeing your smile reminds me of the sea. Once I’m free, I’ll be there.” Now, thinking of it... All I want Is that view of the sea for myself Just me and the wind. If someone is willing to love me, May he stand where all my tears Turned to dust. Somehow, It could have been you. Even in the shadows, Your soul remains pure. Hold my hand for a while My dearest wish. Do you still like to hear my voice? Just lean on me. All the love I gave In the end Was only a dream. We walk in different shoes, Living lives apart. The scene ends. Fade out Remembering love. The plant we once owned has died. But it will bloom again Somewhere like a star, Sparkling in the dark, Brightening our hearts: A recall to life.
Watercolor illustration for the poem A Recall to Life, showing a woman holding a white flower

Quiet Sorrow

I light a candle With your name in it. All the quiet sorrow Sits beside me, Where no voice lives. I remember the whispering birds The hush before words. Let the rain bear witness To what hearts have sworn

Character of Mine

Whence is your soul? A shrift love, pure, A yard filled with flowers, Yea, even after death. Character of mine, Left on your chest.

First Love: His Name

He looked back once, Soft And the years folded inward, Still holding his name.

First Love: Her Name

We were fireflies, Caught in a jar Trapped in the quiet night.

Unconditional Love

Even in the shadows, your soul remains pure

Summer Nights

Never will I forget what I saw: A human, In all his beauty and misery. This memory: fragile Lies among the stars, Our beloved summer nights

Memoir of Life: Monochrome Days

My Light

Even if my heart isn’t enough to be yours, you were my light before the darkness could draw me in. You let me feel I belonged, alive, loved.
Pencil illustration for the poem My Light, showing a seated figure in a field

Lifetime

We encounter many kinds of people For a moment, For a lifetime. Tears; joy.
Pencil illustration for the poem Lifetime, showing a figure walking before distant mountains

Camping Fire

We all follow what we know It’s draining. I’m holding tight on those days: Camping fire, Happy nights, Soul at will.
Pencil illustration for the poem Camping Fire, showing two figures jumping together

Empty

Kindness for those who try to be kind It’s like war. The world became unkind. When will I stop giving it all, And go home empty Disappearing.
Pencil illustration for the poem Empty, showing a child holding a potted plant in a doorway

Hundred

Dear soul of mine, Buried is the whole of you. One day, I will feel your yearned-for love Growing like a plant.
Pencil illustration for the poem Hundred, showing a person caring for potted plants

Imaginary

For me, it is sometimes Exhausting to live in An imaginary world, Just because reality lost Its freedom. I’m Broken as you are Shared fate, Carried by the wind. Thoughts fly far away, Healing.
Pencil illustration for the poem Imaginary, showing paper airplanes drifting around a figure

Spark

May I find my spark Joy in sharing what I can give. We shine as stars; I am on a journey.
Pencil illustration for the poem Spark, showing a figure reaching upward through falling marks

Where Dreams Lay

Here lie my dreams, The end of my ashes Stone by stone, Counting the days Joy.
Pencil illustration for the poem Where Dreams Lay, showing a figure resting among flowers

Quiet Grace

Each flower blooms with quiet grace, In its beauty, a silent promise: Life has grown.
Pencil illustration for the poem Quiet Grace, showing a figure surrounded by flowers

Geoje

Low hum of the sea, A gentle morning chorus Where joy springs quietly, In the rhythm of dawn.
Pencil illustration for the poem Geoje, showing a figure sitting on a dock above the sea

Dreams

Old joy, you fooled me tenderly. I grieve; I thank you quietly. For teaching me to dream
Pencil illustration for the poem Dreams, showing a seated figure watching seeds drift away

Ink

Written in the stars, In the love of a human, Buried by grief. Healed woods by words Unsaid; by their mouth. The past is found in ink, You little cat, my dear friend
Pencil illustration for the poem Ink, showing a child looking toward books and a cat on a shelf

Leaves

It was too late She is gone; a little child. For the rest of your life, Carry on, Dance with the leaves.
Pencil illustration for the poem Leaves, showing a child standing in profile

Moon

Embellish the moon, My melancholy life. I abhor my written fate. May I walk the path owned by my heart Have courage.
Pencil illustration for the poem Moon, showing a figure floating beneath a crescent moon

Earth

To feel that I belong to you, to this earth. As I wander through the world and observe you, I encounter your soul. Your words, all these poems from now on, your signature.
Pencil illustration for the poem Earth, showing a figure carrying a bundle of branches
Watercolor figure standing among a garden of pale pink flowers

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