At dawn

The dawn’s breaking
through the gray curtains
of the shadows of the past
and releases moon frosts
sprinkled with star flakes
on the leaves of the trees
and pours them onto the grass
that makes the whole meadow
a sumptuous panoply of pleasure

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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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