A Little Bit Of Poetry

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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