“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thursday, December 26, 2019
The shortest love story ever written
Sometimes I picture
Us,
sitting down,
shoulder to shoulder
and looking down
at an open book-
reading the same lines
but not understanding
each others words
So I will point
to a picture
Instead,
you smile
while I cry.
Painting by Pierre Auguste Renoir (1841-1919), 'Couple reading' c. before 1919 in Public Domain.
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