eavesdropping The wind hears my thoughts and tells me not to say them, for words will fly out to them, seize their sheer gossamer wings sparkling tinsels of dream drops, and break them before they fly to the sky and meet my stars. 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