Hunter
The sun goes downLifeless, cold
The stars come out
So bright, bold
The wind blows strong
Trees are swaying
The animals cry out
Barking, braying
The predators seek
Watching, waiting
While the littles lay hiding
Hoping, praying
Hunter
The sun goes downIn 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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Where I'm From | 1 | 03/11/2011 |
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Dreidoll's Lullaby (The Writ Of Flight) | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
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Back To Sleep | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
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Paper Memorial | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
Everything You've Loved | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
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Dear Mother, Father | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
Truths | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
The Perks Of Dying | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
Predator | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
Hunter | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
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