A Clear Midnight
THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
By: Walt Whitman
My favorite poem that's not mine.
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"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
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"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld