Dammam/10/6/93
Softly the call opens the day
Laying on the mosque crowned town
Like the smoke of frankincense
Dammam/10/6/93
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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