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I stand here looking at
The ocean, letting the
wind play with my hair,
pulling it back and
whipping it forward.
I listen to the waves
tilting my head to the
sky and closing my
eyes.
the air smells like the
ocean, pure and calm.
I hear someone call
to me, and I turn to
see who. my
friend is calling my
name, and I wave to her,
a smile on my lips.
I turn to fast, and
the rock crumbles
beneath my feet.
I lose my balance,
and tumble down
to the waves crashing below.
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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