“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 rough drafts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rough drafts. Show all posts
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Rough drafts
Those screams are breathing
And if this is polishing
it is abrasive.
Artwork by Franciszek Żmurko c. 1896 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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Prey animal
Riding horses is just nuts and bolts, you know if the rider is nuts, the horse bolts. it's true. He knew I loved horses from the start....
