Posted in Poetry eavesdropping Posted on March 22, 2021 by Stephanie Suh 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 Author: 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