beginning Look at the sky and find a day moon, Go and catch the borrower with a pin, Tell me where all pasts have gone, Or who has tricked the fire demon, Teach me to hear nature’s whisper, And to walk in the sky, beautiful. 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