"Heaven" is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree
Provided it do hopeless hang
That "He aven" is to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud
The interdicted Land
Behind the Hill the House behind
There Paradise is found!
Her teasing Purples Afternoons
The credulous decoy
Enamored of the Conjuror
That spurned us Yesterday!
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Emily Dickinson
Friday, 14 June 2013
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