“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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Sunday, April 5, 2015
An Orchard of Golden Apples for Eris
Haiku IX
Independence is
a fruitless tree of no-ledge
fallen far from roots
Image of painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), "My Lady Greensleeves" c. 1864 (w/apple blossoms)[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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