The Loss
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Day by Day | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Great... | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| I Will Miss Him... | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Who Is She? | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| I Can't Believe It | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Coming | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| The Loss | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Her, My Friend | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Joy | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Dark to Light | 1 | 05/09/2009 |
| Smile | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| My Old Friend and A book | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| I Just.... | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Something to Say | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| I Have To | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| It's Hard | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Breaking the Silence | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Know or not Know | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| The Tootsie Roll man | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
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