Inveigle, Sundown, Chill

Into the pale hues
Of the passing day
I see a butterfly
Flapping its wings,
Following the trails
Of the golden chariot
Shining with its glitters
over the long shadows
Of the day’s memories.

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Stephanie Suh

I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

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