[Colonel_Flagg]

Hi, Feathers :) Lovely poem! I think I have been there.

But Not To Me
Sarah Teasdale

The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Colonel. Thank You.

But Not To Me.... Lovely.

I have to get off the web, too, strong thunder storm brewing. See you when I can.

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