Så otroligt vacker

 
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Kommentarer
Postat av: Cat

Ja. Och så otroligt sorglig!
Puss

2012-10-29 @ 09:58:18
Postat av: Ida

Usch, jag tycker inte om när folk dör. Det är defenitivt min största skräck. Inte för mig själv alltså, men för de nära och kära runt omkring. :(

2012-11-15 @ 00:15:56

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