Underneath the growing grass,
Underneath the living flowers,
Deeper than the sound of showers:
There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass
Youth and health will be but in vain,
Beauty reckoned of no worth:
There a very little girth
Can hold round what once the earth
seemed too narrow to contain
Christina Rossetti
It is a great poem. I like your blog and your taste of movies. I should make this movie thing too, actually :) Great.
ReplyDeleteThanks,i appreciate the interest !
ReplyDelete