Under the Moss

Autor : Felix Rian Constantinescu
Felix Rian Constantinescu
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I looked today under the Moss
On a stone caring to see the white
Of it in that R S Thomasian little
World of Childhood and memories

The moss was soft-dry and the stone
Cold under it I cared to look under
The surface of things in the yard
That blinked like a masterpiece

Stained-glass in the warm sun in
The grape leaves and orchard
And I couldn't stop thinking of the
Ones under the moss the long-dead.
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