Poems ✍️
  31.12.2025
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Author: Sara Teasdale

Pain

WAVES are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam—
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.


  pain longing beauty isolation

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