You appear just like a dream
Friday, April 30, 2010
Emily Dickinson
WITH A FLOWER
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
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