Woolgathering
Woolgathering, she
stares into space.
Magnificent are her dreams;
pipe dreams, some would say,
but to the girl, as real
as the feel of the ground
under her feet.
Woolgathering
Woolgathering, she
stares into space.
Magnificent are her dreams;
pipe dreams, some would say,
but to the girl, as real
as the feel of the ground
under her feet.
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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