Cherish
Your presence in my eyes I cherishbut cannot keep
for it dosen't belong to me
My heart is broken
and the tiny shattered pieces
are swept away by your smile.
Cherish
Your presence in my eyes I cherishIn 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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