“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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Friday, October 2, 2015
Hear I am
You who hear
here
Are special
dangerous
You know
hide
Hidden messages
uncoded
It is a gift
a curse
You have learned
caught
Don't ask
don't tell
Why you
or me
Our purpose
here
unclear
unfolds
grows with tempered age
we wane
away
Time waits for none-no time
left alone
with you
I'll never be
All the secret words
I write
for you.
Image of painting By Val Prinsep [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Cinderella, c. 1880.
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