I loved a fossil once
\nWhen Earth was young and tame;
\nI loved a fossil once –
\nA creature with no name.<\/p>\n
‘Twas older than the seashells
\nAnd older than the trees;
\n‘Twas older than the first fish
\nBreathing through its gills.<\/p>\n
And old enough it was to be
\nReplaced with gems and stones;
\nFor life in it had long been gone
\n– No breath, no dust, no bones.<\/p>\n
Yet an imprint still remained
\nDespite the flow of time;
\nIt was embedded in the soil
\nAnd in this heart of mine.<\/p>\n
And so the creature could exist
\nDespite its nonexistence;
\nFor conscience made it bear a name
\nAffirming its consistence.<\/p>\n
Uite c\u0103 m-a lovit scrisul de poezii (\u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 neumoristice!!!) \u00een englez\u0103.<\/i> Imaginea (cu un amonit, nu cu o Opabinia) e de pe pixabay.com<\/em><\/p>\n I loved a fossil once When Earth was young and tame; I loved a fossil once – A creature with no name. ‘Twas older than the seashells And older than the trees; ‘Twas older than the first fish Breathing through…<\/p>\n
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