Poems ✍️

  31.12.2025
  12


Author: Sara Teasdale

Evening: New York

Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.




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