“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 shortest love story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shortest love story. Show all posts
Thursday, December 26, 2019
The shortest love story ever written
Sometimes I picture
Us,
sitting down,
shoulder to shoulder
and looking down
at an open book-
reading the same lines
but not understanding
each others words
So I will point
to a picture
Instead,
you smile
while I cry.
Painting by Pierre Auguste Renoir (1841-1919), 'Couple reading' c. before 1919 in Public Domain.
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