The night. A traffic of minds in the all active highway of the dark. The rich mind sleeps, the poor mind weeps. The painters brush, in a rush. The writers words, no longer a hush. Man and woman’s embrace, no longer disgrace. The leave’s cling and the winds ring. The poet’s rum awaits the morning [...]
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