Poems ✍️
  23.09.2025
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Author: Dylan Thomas

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.


  grief beauty Fragility Dream

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