Bolt From the Blues
Questions rise and swell
As tides commanded by the moon
Ebbing forth and back
Unveiling unseen gifts
Littered upon the shore.
Bolt From the Blues
Questions rise and swell
As tides commanded by the moon
Ebbing forth and back
Unveiling unseen gifts
Littered upon the shore.
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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