<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Moon Does Not Regret Her Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon does not regret her winter, <br> Or the torn strands of gray chiffon<br> That cover her face tonight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As this dew shelters the dry grass like tears, <br> And shadows of dark leaves<br> Wait to wither into morning, <br> The moon fades, <br> A goddess, <br> Empty of desire or light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No, the moon does not regret<br> This burial of love.<br> In the coldness of her solitude, <br> She will not weep tears of rust, <br> Or betray herself with petty despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The moon does not regret dust, <br> Or the accumulation of her years, <br> Or this sadness beneath salt, beneath bone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She has her own time and place, <br> that which is eternal surrounds her.<br> When full, she is round and cold<br> and then she narrows, changes into perfect crescent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You were like the moon, I never understood<br> the subtle ways in which you changed.<br> I only know that like the moon at crescent, <br> I, too, have lost three-quarters of myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Velene+Campbell">Velene Campbell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577323" data-title="The Moon Does Not Regret Her Winter de Velene Campbell" data-description="The moon does not regret her winter, Or the torn strands of gray chiffon That cover her face tonight. As this dew shelters the dry grass like tears, And shadows of dark leaves Wait to wither into morning, The moon fades, A goddess, E..."></div> </div> </div>

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