Poems ✍️
  24.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling

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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die—

Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—
Dumbly testify—
We—who have the Souls—
Die oftener—Not so vitally—


  Nature survival growth mortality

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