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 Gary R Hess Sumit ase2000 Dream_girl lil_tiger qwerty Da_Master Waqas Chaudhry Christy JAMES COLLINS GUILLORY Emily Dickinson Moniq Randy Maria Nima Akbari  |
The rose in the deeps of his heartAll things uncomely and broken,all things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. Emily Dickinson rating: 0.00  ADD COMMENT: |
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