miércoles, 13 de septiembre de 2017

4 powerful poems about parkinson's and growing older

"Whatever comes, there was this hour when nothing mattered, 
all was unbearably dear.
And when I'm done with daylights, 
should those who loved me grieve too long a while, 
let them remember that I had this hour 
-- this dark, perfect hour -- 
and smile."

Robin Morgan

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