My Life

when i was praying last time in Pamijahan and Sampireun;

    i miss the sound of nature
    i miss the fresh-cool-brezzing air
    i miss the whispering whistle wind touch the bamboo trees
    i miss the sound of bibling brooks(bibling water with fish in it)
    i miss the bird singing in the morning..
    i miss sparkling star in the nite…
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