star searcher Hounds are racing; horses are galloping, She is running up on the hill so steep bedraggled Panting in staccatos of fleeting hopes for her star that someone stole away. So she runs up on the hill again and ever Till she finds her lost star. 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