Poems ✍️
  29.12.2025
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Author: Sara Teasdale

Moods

I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth--
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!

I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly--
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
Oh, be for me the sky!


  Nature longing freedom Melancholy

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