Age knocks at the door
with no invitation as ever
and claims his presence rudely.
Category: Poetry
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Into a new beginning
It doesn’t mean anything,
It doesn’t mean anything at all;For all left behind me is fleeting
And it will not make me fall.It doesn’t mean much,
It doesn’t mean much at all;For all left behind me is now out of touch
And it will not catch me once for all. -
Pomp and Circumstance
He bangs the drum and makes a grand entrance,
annoying gentlemen and terrifying ladies
in their fine costumes and sparkling jewels
grimacing at his brave face
radiating his crimson valor to break the silence
sealed in proprieties, the pillar of formalities, the flagpole of vanity fairs.
Forthwith he enters the ballroom full of all eyes and ears
and makes the ether vocal with a rude awakening of wild senses. -
Foolish Heart
Don’t know why
I’m thinking of you everyday,
When there’s got to be,
No chance for me
To make you love me.Don’t know why
My eyes see you everyday,
And it doesn’t matter if you can’t see me,
If you don’t know how much I cry
‘Cause I see no other way.I know it’s a waste of time
This fantasy of mine.
But if I turn away,
If I walk away,
You will be gone away.If I can’t see you,
I don’t want anybody, no way.
If I lose you,
I don’t want anybody, nobody,
I don’t want anybody, baby…
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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