Before the first rain
the Poets all woke and spoke
of their sense of smell
Painting by Apollinary Vasnetsov [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
Yet from far away you catch someone's eye like a tiny ripple you feel, eventually. It reminds you about touch and the permeable skin wr...
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