Sara Teasdale
She comes back to earth
On some fragrant nights
When moonlight burns
While everyone is blinded by stars
She whisperes to lovers
Not to shut their hearts
Because love will cry
And the wounds in their brests
Will never heal
She was till her death
Only a sigh, heavy with songs,
But then she joined her dearest one
And now, they sometimes fly together
On some fragrant nights
When moonlight burns
While everyone is blinded by stars
Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija | Year Posted 2012
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