Poems ✍️
  10.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious Words

He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -

He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book - What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings -


  freedom enlightenment transcendence joy

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