“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 net. Show all posts
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Seine
Nets needed their holes
as much as the lines, holed in
meaning, bold definition.
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