“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, August 16, 2015
i contact
i want to be alone with you,
she said
her lips were puckered
but she made no sound.
It has been
so long
since you're looked me in the eyes
and meant it.
You've changed
is it Time
What has come
between us,
she said touching the icy mirror.
Image of portrait (color plate) By George Eastman House from Rochester, NY, United States [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
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