“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 personae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personae. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Mans Machinations (Haiku)
The best invention
mankind has made yet
is a personae.
Image by By Brush & Pencil [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons 1898 costume artists festival.
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