Author John Frodsham In the palace at dusk the blinds of pearl are unfurled, Fireflies flit around, then come to rest Throughout the long night I sew thin silken garments When will my thoughts of you ever come to an end? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments