Poems ✍️

  07.10.2025
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Author: Carl Sandburg

Village In Late Summer

LIPS half-willing in a doorway.
Lips half-singing at a window.
Eyes half-dreaming in the walls.
Feet half-dancing in a kitchen.
Even the clocks half-yawn the hours
And the farmers make half-answers.




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