Draw the Moon The sky is howling in the twilight As the chariot of the moon flies; She hears her fate that she wants not Thru the rustling leaves and grass Swaying in the wind of the chariot And draws the moon from the seat To take back her unwanted future. 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