It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with — May Sarton, Selected Poems
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It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name,Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

— May Sarton, Selected Poems
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