Come
Sara Teasdale
Come, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, Come with arms outstretched to take me, Come with lips pursed up to cling. Come, for life is a frail moth flying, Caught in the web of the years that pass, And soon we two, so warm and eager, Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
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Oh I adore Sara! Warm thoughts of health to you Ray!
Thank you Diana for your kind comments. Stay strong, stay positive, and stay healthy. Wash your hands – LOL. Have a great day. Ray