Longing by Sara Teasdale Ronnie 1 comment December 6, 2015 I am not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity is deep and wide. I am not sorry for my soul, But oh, my body that must go Back to a little drift of dust Without the joy it longed to know. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
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