Every-one is armed-
could you pass without shooting
to show every-one?
(I was here)
Photo credited By Frontierofficial [Public domain or CC BY 2.0], 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
Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...
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