quarta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2011

A Single Blade of Grass

A marsh, or a meadow, may be -
In a place where the sun shines
There no steps can be heard,
And witness of love´s passage
Is that but time itself,

And time, this fickle bird,
Flies so faster with love,
And love, this still wind,
Does make time´s wings
Move fast indeed.

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