tears are ...

tears are ...

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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, "clown in the moon"