Poems ✍️
  03.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

A Little Road Not Made Man

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,- no vehicle
Bears me along that way.


  Nature journey Mystery longing

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