When the leaf withersIt becomes posy. They have gathered...
Quote by Tudor Arghezi about poetry, salary, moon, garden, sun, light, contentment
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When the leaf withers
It becomes posy.
They have gathered the moon and light
The trees in the garden
And they are dropping sun.
Yourhve beenbodies
And now you became butterflies
You, walnut, your leaves are souls.
Quote by Tudor Arghezi about poetry, salary, moon, garden, sun, light, contentment.
