It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget,--
Some one the sun could tell,--
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
I love reading Emily Dickinson poetry. She uses similar rhythm to her poetry as I do in mine and it flows so easily from my tongue. ~T
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