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
What can be said about War and Peace that has not been proposed outside of either wedlock- Or must we choose sides, such as above or below...
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