“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 devil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devil. Show all posts
Sunday, October 16, 2016
This Kind (Haiku)
Being
Nice is like
Hospitality for All
Devil(s)-
bed is made.
Source unnamed, interior of brothel in Italy 1945 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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