I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom — May Sarton, Selected Poems
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I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

— May Sarton, Selected Poems
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