Poems ✍️
  07.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

The Red—blaze—is The Morning

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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning—
The Violet—is Noon—
The Yellow—Day—is falling—
And after that—is none—

But Miles of Sparks—at Evening—
Reveal the Width that burned—
The Territory Argent—that
Never yet—consumed—


  Time transience Light Eternity

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