Poetry Does That
I painted a tree lonely stark gray under a dark wintry sky, a tree of loneliness. Then I added some birds whose song, sweet and quaint, made me forget why I started to paint.
I painted a tree lonely stark gray under a dark wintry sky, a tree of loneliness. Then I added some birds whose song, sweet and quaint, made me forget why I started to paint.
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