May gray clears away
at sunset: seasonal tones
may be come clearer.
Photo By Mike Stephan, user:Mikosch (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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