Lilt lullaby The wind of shrill west rides On the scarlet waves of sunset, The sun sinks into the edges Of the horizon in a soft silhouette, The longing for the unknown Mysterious, amorphous, gorgeous Springs from the wings of Pegasus. 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