A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape, they sound like beautiful music.
| Kierkegaard
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Monday, May 23, 2011
Another Rainy Day
Waking up this morning The cold air cause dull sensation Percolating through my skin It is nostalgic....... Another rainy day I wonder where the Sun is...
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