Kwang Hwi Seo


Slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, the autumn sun caressed the yellowing fields with strands of sunlight.
An ox-cart waited patiently with its heavy load of hay- where, then, had my mother gone?


뉘엿뉘엿 산너머로 지고 있는 가을 해는 누런 들판에 한자락 해를 남겨놓고, 소달구지 위에 꼴 한 짐 실어놓은 엄마는 어디로 가셨나요?


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