Kafka on the beach
I look over my shoulder
for the time that's been
moments and people
that will never come again
then you come oh Melancholy
reminding that the past
is a butterfly of history
which is impossible to catch
because truth is
you can remember
you can miss
but you can only once exist.
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then Kafka on the beach
taught me something else
the things you have experienced
will stay longer than a scent
because the soul is like a library
with room for them we love
so if they disappear
they can still be near.
Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-04-13 at 08:15
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