Confessions IX
Little children
Little children
Blessings in disguise
They know not how much love
Is given of them
But they know so much more then what we expect
For it is their innocence that makes us smile the most
Confessions IX
Little children
Little children
Blessings in disguise
They know not how much love
Is given of them
But they know so much more then what we expect
For it is their innocence that makes us smile the most
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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