“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 don't act like. Show all posts
Showing posts with label don't act like. Show all posts
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Yes You
Don't act like you're not
loved
deeply
by many
souls that have walked with you-
It is not for them
to say
you should notice
how often and which way
they choose
they see and they say
You
in all that they project to be.
Proud.
Today-
watch them watching you,
interested and more than themselves
by being in the presence of you...
Image By Olympe Aguado [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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