Poems ✍️
  22.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

This Is The Land The Sunset Washes

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!

Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.


  Nature Mystery sea sunset

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