My Darkness
Blue knife moon,Cut life round.
In seas of tears,
My heart will drown.
Without your love,
My life is blue.
Blue side sea,
Mountain high dream.
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.
Carolynk126’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Darkness | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| love | 2 | 08/27/2009 |
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