Azalea Flowers When you hate to see me And decide to leave, I'll quietly let you go. I'll pluck an armful of azaleas In the Yaksan hills at Yungbyun To strew over your path. Tread softly on the flowers, Each step soft and silent. When you hate to see me And decide to leave, I'll never, never shed tears.                                                  So-Wol Kim * Home * Profile * Life's Delights * Pictures * Journal * Wisdom * * Faith * Arts & Lit * Books * Korean Food * Recipes * Links * "Democracy does not guarantee equality of conditions - it only guarantees equality of opportunity." Irving Kristol