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"so this shall be my suffocating vow"
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minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.
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black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, Iβve been saying, life is in you.
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the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.
Another masterpiece by the legend- Emily Dickinson... π€π€π€
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βTonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.β
β Osho
The unique persona of Emily Dickinson has made her poetry immortal. The elegance with which she has often defined or reflected Death, never ceased to capture the readers' admiration.
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"I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality." ~J.K. Rowling, Harvard Commencement Address 2008
Thanks Hagrid! There's really no Hogwarts without Hagrid. What's comin' will come and we'll meet it when it does.
A classic! Afterall what are we, except inconsequential nobodies in this vast stretch of universe? π€ Emily Dickinson Supremacy π€
The Hardest Book To Understand...
Inconspicuous, sheβs a chameleon who blends in wherever sheβs at,Β though her authenticity is never hidden she shies away from filters shining with her genuine self which often softens her glowΒ in the ostentatious crowd
Once in a while, the right ones come along the ones who notice her light and what they see is one-of-a-kind coruscating in the throng of fabrication
She is truth spoken to the unblind