December... Happy Birthday!
. . This slender slip of a path, who knows where it will end? The village, or the pine upon the hill? A lily, blue as the colour of the sky, says, "Hither, hither!" But, "Go no further!" warns a gossamer veil. . . Who knows if sad or smiling it bids a welcome to its guest? Who konws if suddenly, in the undergrowth, it dies? Where this path is beckoning me, who can tell! The uncertain path, new e..
2008. 12. 14.