Nonet: Flora
Pleasantness irradiates the morn’s light
The glory I always delight
Makes the darkness sunshine bright
Look at my dearest dame
Tops white as snowball
Down in the hall
in my gall
bothers
me
Nonet: Flora
Pleasantness irradiates the morn’s light
The glory I always delight
Makes the darkness sunshine bright
Look at my dearest dame
Tops white as snowball
Down in the hall
in my gall
bothers
me
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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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