23 décembre 2004
clwoN in the moOn(merci Dylan Thomas..)
my tears are like the quite 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.
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