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In the vast great river,
dreams like starlight scatter,
tiny hearts slipping beneath the earth.
Beneath the hanl, no space lies empty—
the rain falls,
the sun streams in,
and from their strength, new shoots rise.
A child becomes a mother, a father,
and as they do,
they come to know their beloved’s heart.
So may my love grow strong and true,
until your will and mine become one.
May that day be today,
may that hour be this very hour—
I will wait
until the day I can reach your hand.
💭 Author’s Note
This poem reflects on love, growth, and the quiet strength of waiting—where time, like nature, brings all things to bloom. Originally written in Korean, I’ve translated it here with care to preserve its spirit.
