Like a wandering lonely cloud
Skybound, Softbound, Spellbound,
I walked down to the lonely street
In the silver shimmering daylight,
Lingering in the horizon beyond
Reflecting on the shining pond.
P.S. I took a walk at the park this beautiful afternoon and saw a pretty pond therein. It was sparkling with the reflection of sunlight, which made me wonder if this had been what Anne of Green Gables might have seen on the way to the Green Gables with Matthew from the train station and named it “Lake of Shimmering Waters”.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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