Davila
Sleep, my friend, in your field of clovers,
Coveted by baby’s breath.
The green pasture suits you well,
I hope you have a good rest.
How does it feel for your soul to be free,
Free to wonder this plane?
How does it feel to be missed, to be loved,
To be remembered without strain?
You’ve made an impact on the lives of many,
Including me, myself, and I.
It’s time for you to slumber now,
Please go ahead and try.
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 |
| Love May Travel | 1 | 09/13/2013 |
| Hopelessness | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Davila | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Fallen | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Sextasy | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Alone | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Results | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Cheer Up | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Dream Figure | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Deserted | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Ecstacy | 1 | 05/12/2010 |
| Open Confession | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Me,Myself, and I | 1 | 03/25/2010 |
| Love Conquers | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Life's Compatability | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
| Figure of Love | 1 | 01/28/2010 |
| Time Consumption | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Repose | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Nicotine Love | 3 | 01/28/2010 |
| Mistress of the Night | 4 | 01/28/2010 |
| I Become | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
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