The night when Colerdige,
Heavy-hearted,
Bore his crying child outside,
He noted
That the baby’s eyes
Caught the reflection of the starry sky,
And each suspended tear
Made a sparkling moon.
Monday, June 6, 2011
To be an Artist among Other Things
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1 comments:
That's beautiful:) So imaginative:)
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