Happiness is her
coveted poetry
She’s kept away
From writing
Without knowing
The face of love
She’s seen only
As in lovers’ faces
Harvesting sunshine
Reflecting starlight
With a fragrance
Of a perfumed powder
She bought a long ago.

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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.

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