Poems ✍️
  22.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

When I Count The Seeds

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When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so, bye and bye—

When I con the people
Lain so low,
To be received as high—

When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see—
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,


  faith growth hope Transformation

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