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.
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.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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