“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label accident. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accident. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Palate primer
Like a child that has yet to learn
that accidents can be
on purposes,
I follow
that low
blue moonlight
unafraid of indigo
-as though
a new color could be
awaiting me
any new born night
just
such as this one
of many.
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