I Returned to The Artist’s Den

I returned to the artist’s den,
Lonely that I saw—
It was quiet like my dream,
But not quite lonely as before.
Perhaps it wasn’t the artist’s den
Lonely that autumn night;
Though now I had my camera in hand,
I thought the picture wasn’t pretty anymore.

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