this poor star called sun.

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this poor star called sun.

agog amongst fog,
he was in bog,
remained thus,
like a bloody dog.

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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.

ecrit’s Poems (11)

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what I chewed last night 0
I know not who I am 0
this poor star called sun. 0
bright sun 0
Green 0
spinal run 0
solitude talk 0
The Cage I am in 1
Departure Pangs 2
Ascent to Heaven or Heaven's Descent 1
Aromas of her bake 0