❤AS
SHE PASSES
FERNANDO
PESSOA
When
I am sitting at the window
Through
the panes,
which
the snow blurs,
I see the lovely images,
hers,
as
She passes ...
passes
...
passes
by ...
Over me grief has thrown its veil: -
Less a creature
in this world
And one more angel in the sky.
When
I am sitting at the window,
Through the panes,
which
the snow blurs,
I think I see the image,
hers,
That's
not now passing ...
not
passing by ... ❤🌺❤
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