Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies

This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
And lads and girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls;

This passive place a summer's nimble mansion,
Where bloom and bees
Fulfilled their oriental circuit,
Then ceased like these.


  life mortality Nature memory

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