Wooden Feet
i’m thinking
of my wooden feet!
and of
how many lands
it is from here to you!
Wooden Feet
i’m thinking
of my wooden feet!
and of
how many lands
it is from here to you!
Plourde commented on Wooden Feet
08-03-2010
08/03/2010
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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