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  • Questions...

    A poem discribing something i'd call man's questions and dreams. And pardon my mistakes because i had to use my phone to post it...and its not an iphone.

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic ยท Mystery / Suspense
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The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein