Sunday, March 30, 2008


As the poem is named, this is for C. A supposed view from behind a waterfall.

Behind a laughing waterfall
There lies a little fount of tears,
Deep, dark, and rarely seen at all
By those the sparkling torrent cheers.

Beneath a suit of armor bright,
Shaft-proof and burnished, hard and cold,
There beats, concealed from common sight,
A tender woman's heart of gold!

John Lawson Stoddard, "To C."


Christina said...

Cristian, thank you.
so very much.

runnerfrog said...

Glad you like it ;-)

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