Poems ✍️

  29.12.2025
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Author: Sara Teasdale

Dusk In June

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,--
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night.




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