She wanders into a fairy path
And meets a fairy paddler giving
her a magic mask in return for her life
she feels joyless, loveless.
So she wears the mask in twilight
And wanders into the memory lane
Flitting as merrily as a happy cat
Forgetting she still has wounded heart.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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