“It Is Not a Word”
by Sarah Teasdale
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
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februarie 11, 2012 de adinab





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