Oh, let me die Oh, let me die in spring, My heart counting every blooming flower In the face of the fatal hour, Listening to the Heavenly bells ringing. Oh, let me die in summer When the sun showers its endless heat Down upon all on Earth to beat My eager heart like a tireless drummer. Oh, let me die in autumn As a tree its scars forgets and forgives And knows when to shed its leaves To fly and fall free down to the bottom. Oh, let me die in winter, Warming my cold heart By an old and familiar hearth, Happy as a homecoming lonely hunter. Oh, let me die every season, Living the past, present, and future In the arms of kind Mother Nature Teaching me I came here for a reason.
Kihyeon Lee was born and raised, and educated in the North Jeolla Province of South Korea. He studied German Literature, and his English is mostly self-taught. He enjoys sauntering in the mountains and listening to classical music and opera. Kihyeon Lee can be reached via email: theslugpoet@outlook.com.
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