Missing
Missing the one
Missing the one that is on the breeze
She floats she feels
She is gone
We miss her
She is the higher
She is the higher for she made it the higher
The higher than we
She is my
Higher my archy
Missing
Missing the one
Missing the one that is on the breeze
She floats she feels
She is gone
We miss her
She is the higher
She is the higher for she made it the higher
The higher than we
She is my
Higher my archy
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.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Missing | 0 | 07/05/2009 |
serenity! | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
Confusion! | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
I miss you! | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
To My Mommy | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
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