“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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Wednesday, February 5, 2020
drawing with charcoal
Seething and sizzles
with intermittent sparks,
This dawn cracks
its sharp end
Making wake
a current state of fray
Today
may bring light
By ignition
cauterized by the heart.
Painting by Alphonse Asselbergs (1839-1916), 'Around a Fire in the Forest', in Public Domain.
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