“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Lackluster
You will know
by the light
and somehow confidence flickers...
They all said This-let the light
guide you
Briskly.
It is just
when the winds pick-up
and the leaves begin to dance
a show
of envy-
in longing for the limelight
Strewn
and Plain.
Watch and listen,
while the scenery changes.
Tears beget laughter-
save your breath,
you will need to hold it
yourself.
Without a word-
Do not seek
just go.
It is near.
Painting by Shigeru Aoki (青木繁) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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