Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred

To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature's sentinels.

In cave if I presumed to hide,
The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible.


  Nature privacy observation creation

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