The Row
Death is toldFrom the eye of the beholder
Omnipresent
The grasp of breath
Cold and hazy
Sight becomes blurred
Goodbye
Cruel world
The Row
Death is toldIn 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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