Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and ther a mist,
Afterwards---day!
-emily dickinson
Jessica Wilson- i will always cherish my memories of you.
You will be missed. You are missed already.
1 comment:
i love this poem. it really embodies a beautiful hope after deep despair. thanks Em (Foster & Dickinson)
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