luceplace: 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. Clown in the moon ~ Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ~ photo by David Arnal

luceplace:

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.

Clown in the moon

~ Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) ~

photo by David Arnal

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