jueves, 15 de julio de 2010

DREAM


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.

1 comentario:

  1. porque de las praderas planetarias
    otra estrella no tengo...

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