We can’t be here
While going nowhere
Chasing a mirage
In a concrete oasis.
Walking on a thin ice
With the misty eyes
Ire roars, passion heats
Miracles are imageries
Angels are too high above
We don’t want to be here.
Tag: Poetry
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crystal night
The misfit stars gathered together
To try their luck elsewhere whither.
Those that fell to the earth at night
Became crystals with hues of night
Sparkling wantonly in a ring of swan
A dazzling enchantment on my palm.
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evening declination
The chariot of the sun reaches
At the end of the day’s race,
And the eyes follow the trace
Of the sun god’s declination
And stay on the golden palace
In the dazzling adumbration
By the waterfalls of Elysium.
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the good people
Thunder and lightning swirling
The palace of heaven tumbling
The Angels of Mutiny are falling
Falling below, downward, falling
into the sea and the earth.
While the light of Divine Grace
still flickers on the scraped wings,
They become the Good People
too vivacious to be in Hell.
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eavesdropping
The wind hears my thoughts
and tells me not to say them,
for words will fly out to them,
seize their sheer gossamer wings
sparkling tinsels of dream drops,
and break them before they fly
to the sky and meet my stars.
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Lilt lullaby
The wind of shrill west rides
On the scarlet waves of sunset,
The sun sinks into the edges
Of the horizon in a soft silhouette,
The longing for the unknown
Mysterious, amorphous, gorgeous
Springs from the wings of Pegasus.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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