“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 man vs. woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label man vs. woman. Show all posts
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Fe(me)
The kind man is as
to the woman in kind-rare-
fied
and endangered in
practice,
she still sacrifices
her position
(for mankind).
His footsteps are found
making an impression
with heavy pockets,
likewise
high tide has reached her
last line.
Painting by Henri-Jean Guillaume Martin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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