Enjoying the Simple Pleasures of Life, While Living in a Complicated World

Sara Teasdale~Twilight

~Twilight~
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.

Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.

~Sara Teasdale~
1884 – 1933

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