There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea. — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“And then, shrugging, she mused, “I was just thinking about us.” She leaned her cheek against her hand as it clutched the chain. Jay nudged his swing sideways, so it nearly brushed Violet’s. “What about us?” “I was just thinking… — Kimberly Derting Copy Share Image
