Poem – Clown in the Moon – Dylan Thomas

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.

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