📚💛Moonlight💛📖
🌹💛It
will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight
burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will
make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
The
heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all
is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty
itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.💛💖💗💞💘💓💕💝
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