“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Yes You
Don't act like you're not
loved
deeply
by many
souls that have walked with you-
It is not for them
to say
you should notice
how often and which way
they choose
they see and they say
You
in all that they project to be.
Proud.
Today-
watch them watching you,
interested and more than themselves
by being in the presence of you...
Image By Olympe Aguado [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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