The susurrus of the leaves
Of the trees caress softly
The little tabby’s cheeks
And whispers the wonders
Of the world in waves of winds
Blowing in sweet soft hues
Of the sunshine iridescently
scattering like ropes of rubies.
The Call of the Wild
The susurrus of the leaves
Of the trees caress softly
The little tabby’s cheeks
And whispers the wonders
Of the world in waves of winds
Blowing in sweet soft hues
Of the sunshine iridescently
scattering like ropes of rubies.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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