Poems ✍️
  31.12.2025
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Author: Sara Teasdale

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.


  spring longing Solitude Nature

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