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A poem about something we all seek. |
| It does not bid me dream nor call me sweet to its side dulcet tones, whisper-soft so light I can barely hear 'til wings have already flown; all I have are feather-bits and echoes from yesterday's wind. ~~~ The title is a reference to the theme of the poem as well as an homage to Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets. |