The Last Wish
I don’t wish on children’s games.
I’ve watched the stars come and go
And have made only two wishes at the ones that fell
But now I wish I never wished away that last star for a moment of feeling.
Instead stored it away in my steamer trunk for a rainy day
And experienced something more than just a moment of affection.
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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| Life in Numbers | 1 | 10/15/2012 |
| A Perfect Poison | 1 | 10/15/2012 |
| Your Old Yo-yo | 0 | 10/15/2012 |
| Final Goodbyes | 0 | 10/15/2012 |
| The Last Wish | 0 | 10/15/2012 |
| The Stars | 0 | 10/15/2012 |
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