“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Periwinkle...
...was precisely the most fitting tone
of dawn before the tint of all things
illuminated themselves outward
humming their hues
in synchronic earth tones,
in the distance,
there were glimmerings,
starlight still hanging
on, winking it self away
until the last wishes
were taken in
pastel.
Painting by Thomas Wilmer Dewing (1851-1938), 'Untitled', in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
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