Nothing funny or quirky about this, but I do love the lamplight, and the shape of the tree against the windows.
It reminds me of this Langston Hughes lyric.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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1 comment:
Beautiful poem and image. Made for each other.
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