No longer me
Oh how wretched the man without God.Gazing upon an empty heaven from an empty heart.
How sad.
How mad.
How alone.
No longer me
Oh how wretched the man without God.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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The Drum | 0 | 12/10/2011 |
The Promise | 2 | 12/09/2011 |
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