Suppose
Contemplate the rose,
(yours)
and discover the ores
(explore!)
that vanquish the sore,
(chaos)
and summon colorful eros.
Suppose
Contemplate the rose,
(yours)
and discover the ores
(explore!)
that vanquish the sore,
(chaos)
and summon colorful eros.
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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