“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Tuesday, August 16, 2016
N.E.W.
Because nobody else was thinking of this now-
Nobody Else Was reading those-
Nobody Else Was paying attention-
Nobody Else Was saving anybody else-
Nobody Else Was trying to be more-
Nobody Else Was looking up anyway-
Nobody Else Was wondering anymore-
Because nobody ever was saying
This.
Image By Everglades NPS from Homestead, Florida, United States [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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