Dear Kim Jong In,
Once,
One of my foreign friend from California read me one of her creative poems,
it started like this:
"a bud of life has its own meaning,
we can describe it as soon as we see it,
a red apple reservoir health,
but that apple also show a side of
death."
at first I didn't get her poetry,
It sounded sour and raw,
But then I realized whats
the meaning in her
Writing.
"Everything around has its own two purposes,
for example,
a apple,
it helps with health,
yet,
it can still find the dark side."
