- Enough blood, - the torturer declared,
When the knife was still driven under my ribs,
Stuck in my back.
And I thought, all wincing with pain:
What if he decides
To be my doctor as well?
- Enough blood, - the torturer declared,
When the knife was still driven under my ribs,
Stuck in my back.
And I thought, all wincing with pain:
What if he decides
To be my doctor as well?
When you are hungry to share a word,
When you crave a bread crumb,
Don’t go to the tall trees —
You’ll not be understood there, though
Their architecture achieves cosmic perfection,
From the one-thousandth floor
They might toss snowy embers on your head.. 👇
When you are hungry to share a word,
When you crave a bread crumb,
Don’t go to the tall trees —
You’ll not be understood there, though
Their architecture achieves cosmic perfection,
From the one-thousandth floor
They might toss snowy embers on your head.. 👇