Why do you poem?
An attempt to word wisely
while I understand.
Image by James Sant [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons (Enigma).
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
The seagull shrieking in the near distance is the cry of my heart for the sea I so long to be near once again. The puffy slanted clouds ar...
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