Above It All — No Talent For Certainty

I just had to share this touchingly beautiful poem with you – I hope that you’ll love it as much as I do :O) x

She sat out on the roof and watched The city in its sadness; I used to see her every day, As we had each our habits — I loved her like the robins sing, With no real audience — But she was broken-hearted, then, And has been since. For though she kept her lookout true, […]

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