I looked at the flowers, drenched in rain, Murmuring tenderness of pain, Their petals opened wide for the sun, Yet bowed low to the earth, humble, Teaching graces to those, who find The joy in shadows, the beauty in loss.
- Salvatore Quasimodo
I looked at the flowers, drenched in rain, Murmuring tenderness of pain, Their petals opened wide for the sun, Yet bowed low to the earth, humble, Teaching graces to those, who find The joy in shadows, the beauty in loss.