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The Dreams of My Heart by Sara Teasdale
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
At my front door.
Seriously breathtaking! And DD is even more breathtaking.
But there is beauty even in the barrenness and broken branches.
Did someone say Sunday Selfie? 🙂
(Another 300 days to go, btw)
You do it twice when it’s a good thing. And when you have too many tomatoes.
I think so!
Glad the winds died down.
