Send me her ribbons, bows and flowers
send me her notebooks and daily powers
what an angel, her would-be voice
who-out-of-the-wilderness called for rejoicing.
hidden like a jewel in a lifetimes heart
was an immortal poetess-of-meaningful art?
shining now like a beacon sun
is forever, Emily Dickinson.
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