“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 diurnal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diurnal. Show all posts
Friday, November 8, 2019
A simile smiles
A close-up of a crater with concentric tiers
denoting depth
except light years away
-it was not taken today
Resembling rings signalling ages in decades
of diurnal decay-
A natural atmosphere for well-being.
Change occurs in tears,
eternal and sometimes with a why.
Image By NASA/Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory/Carnegie Institution of Washington [Public domain], Rachmaninoff crater via Wikimedia Commons.
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