bright sun
it shone bright,brighter still,
and the brightest,
then it faded a little,
and more,
till it was all out,
do not know where he was all night,
having his fun,
this poor star called sun.
bright sun
it shone bright,If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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what I chewed last night | 0 | 12/18/2010 |
I know not who I am | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
this poor star called sun. | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
bright sun | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Green | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
spinal run | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
solitude talk | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
The Cage I am in | 1 | 09/22/2009 |
Departure Pangs | 2 | 09/21/2009 |
Ascent to Heaven or Heaven's Descent | 1 | 09/21/2009 |
Aromas of her bake | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
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