JIM
JIM
When we were little you'd come to stay
We didn't really know you, we didn't really play
I didn't understand the anger you felt
And deep in you soul where we hide all our thoughts
Were thing of a life I never felt
All you went through is clear to me now
I hope all your pain has faded away
And the rest of your life be filled
With the best of each day.
Julianna
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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