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artemisdreaming:

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 

Image:  Donata Wenders

Artemis:  In just 8 lines.  🙂     Written when he was fourteen (various sites but unconfirmed)