Forward
The flight through youth
Is fraught with toil
When first embroiled
Within loves coils
But pain recedes
And fades to hurt
As time sways
Gently onward,
For the years are kind
On tortured minds
And eternal grief,
Is brief you'll find
So view life's map
With an open heart
And let fate then
Take you forward
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Autumn On Oban Bay | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| In Reflection (sonnet # 3 ) | 2 | 08/09/2009 |
| Forward | 0 | 08/09/2009 |
| Naw really it's great being unattached | 1 | 08/08/2009 |
| The sharper the better tae cut wae | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Sonnet #2 | 2 | 08/07/2009 |
| Friends Are Few And Far Between | 0 | 08/07/2009 |
| The Morning and Evening Star | 1 | 08/07/2009 |
| Brothers All | 2 | 08/07/2009 |
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