It cannot be seen, cannot be felt
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
via http://www.catb.org/~esr/riddle-poems.html
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Publié le 15/09/2007
Humeur : Souriante
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