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Shafts of golden bright
rays of runaway sunlight
shining through
little gaps left
as the thunderheads
do battle above.
rays of runaway sunlight
shining through
little gaps left
as the thunderheads
do battle above.
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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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(Elemental) | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
Wondering | 6 | 04/24/2009 |
Her answer (in her own words, not mine) | 2 | 04/24/2009 |
Trembling | 5 | 04/24/2009 |
Fallen | 3 | 04/24/2009 |
She | 1 | 04/24/2009 |
Unanswered | 1 | 04/23/2009 |
Mommy | 1 | 04/23/2009 |
A raindrop Knows | 0 | 04/23/2009 |
If Only | 1 | 04/23/2009 |
Show Me | 1 | 04/22/2009 |
Rebirth | 1 | 04/22/2009 |
Pause | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
Merciful Death | 3 | 04/22/2009 |
Oubliette | 1 | 04/22/2009 |
What If? | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
A Certain Symmetry | 2 | 04/21/2009 |
The Elm and The Oak | 3 | 04/21/2009 |
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