Sunday, September 9, 2012

Clown in the moon



Clown in the Moon

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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