September 23, 2008

A Poetry..

By: Emily Dickinson

Good Morning - Midnight -
I'm coming Home -
Day - got tired of Me -
How could I - of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place -
I liked to stay - 
But Morn - didn't want me - now
So - Goodnight - Day!

I can look - can't I - 
When the East is Red?
The Hills - have a way - then
That puts the Heart - abroad -

You - are not so fair - Midnight -
I choose - Day -
But - please take a little Girl -
He turned away!


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