“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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Tuesday, January 1, 2019
reflection
The difference between man and his
Nature;
Primarily,
the words will fade away
meaning
altogether
whereas colors come
bright and new
blending in
after each and every rain.
Painting by Henry Ward Ranger, 'Bradburys Mill Pond No. 2' c. 1903 in [Public domain].
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