Glimpse (II)… of Sorrow

Clown in the Moon

© Maia Stefana Oprea

My tears are like the quiet drift

Of petals from some magic rose;

And all my grief flows from the rift

Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,

It would crumble;

It is so sad and beautiful,

So tremulously like a dream.

Dylan Thomas