Poems ✍️
  21.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

My Nosegays Are For Captives

My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.


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