West of the Moon The sun drives his golden chariot Into the west of the mountain Carrying the day’s memories Over to the end of the misty horizon As she watches the declination Sitting on the top of the hill alone. Share thisPrintFacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by 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. View all posts by Stephanie Suh