Fluids
Struggling to breatheDark dreary eyes
Weak
Tired
Longing for the air
A bed of feathers
Hot mint tea
Sniffle
Sniffle
The occasional sneeze
I've a dry mouth
Sickly
Yet living
Too close to you
Closeness made me ill
Fluids
Struggling to breathe04-21-2011
04/22/2011
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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