Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
  3

Author: Emily Dickinson

We Play At Paste

We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.


  growth Transformation learning self-awareness

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