Poem Sketch
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| For A Troubled Friend | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| No reason why | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Sad Songs | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Is It Love? | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Glad I Have You. =) | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Where are you going? | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| You're No More To Me | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| No longer yours | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| I cannot let you go. | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Father | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Brother | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Night of Dance | 2 | 06/14/2009 |
| Sisterhood | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| My Place | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Poem Sketch | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Friendship | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Sister | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Me | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| No perfection | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| She is me | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| My sister; My soul | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
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