My Own Made Pyre
On this pyre I made,Desperate here I lay.
Stolen heart, freely given;
Broken soul pulled under.
Entire life gone away,
for the empty words
of an empty heart.
My Own Made Pyre
On this pyre I made,cmlestrade commented on My Own Made Pyre
08-10-2009
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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