Hollow Sorry
Numb snow,
red tears fall;
staining life
into slumber.
Temperatures drop,
water forms crystals;
frozen life
endless exile.
Winter comes
full white blanket;
icy stairs
death daggers.
Hidden valleys,
Fresh frost heaves;
cover life
frozen tundra.
The gentle wind
cries silently;
bitter chill
deaths
dissolute pill.
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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| The Web | 3 | 09/28/2009 |
| Invited In | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Hollow Sorrow | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Daftly Cheap | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Careful Little Eyes | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Bitter Sweet | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Numb Snow | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Phone Rings | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Phone Rings | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Careful Little Eyes What You See | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Hollow Sorry | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| The Web | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Invited In | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Daftly Cheap | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| BitterSweet | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Rocked | 2 | 03/21/2009 |
| News | 1 | 03/21/2009 |
| A New Declaration | 2 | 03/21/2009 |
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