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Just a drop of quiet introspection. Each moment of tranquility, Like the drop of dry, clean sand From an ancient hour glass, To dream past joy and pain, To renew my spirit To suffer and to conquer once again.. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-14-2010 at 03:40:49 PM |
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.