Like ice to water, water to vapor, we change; but we remain the same
24.11.12
The Poet
The Poet is the kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at archers, loves a
stormy day;
But on the ground, among the
hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are
in the way
-Charles Baudelaire
copied from TAKE THE QUIET LIFE
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