“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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Showing posts with label light in the darkness. Show all posts
Friday, February 27, 2015
Leave a light on
Haiku III
Enlightenment glows
brightest in dimly lit rooms
refracting in-sight.
Pruszkowski "Falling Star" via Wikimedia Commons
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