February Poetry
"I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
There was not other creature
That saw what I could see,
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me."  
-  Sara Teasdale, February Twilight
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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