Invisible
I see the window melting
liquefying magnifying
disintegrating before my eyes
I'm invisible to you
Left without doubt
alone to pout
In front of the window pane
Of self doubt
Invisible
I see the window melting
liquefying magnifying
disintegrating before my eyes
I'm invisible to you
Left without doubt
alone to pout
In front of the window pane
Of self doubt
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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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