08 maio, 2007

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

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