Reality is such a coward
Music drifting in the airReality pooling about my feet
Slinking off in a torpid mass
Wishing to be something else
Crying and withering
Folding in upon itself
Reality is such a coward
Music drifting in the airPoetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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