A Fantasy
Her voice is like clear water That drips upon a stone In forests far and silent Where Quiet plays alone. Her thoughts are like the lotus Abloom by sacred streams Beneath the temple arches Where Quiet sits and dreams. Her kisses are the roses That glow while dusk is deep In Persian garden closes Where Quiet falls asleep.
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"Her voice is like clear water..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Sara Teasdale delivers a powerful performance in "A Fantasy"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...