-Emily Dickinson
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, – some way back
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me- ‘t was all-
And came my way no more.
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Thanks so much Ben 🙂
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Exactly,, 😀
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It’s been quite long leafing throu’ ur panoramic stuffs. Good to get encountered again!
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It happens to most of us when we ain’t know why these thoughts come, & take us back to old life where we have already been once a long back. Life’s itself a poem, i guess, that makes us all feel poetic, somehow over the frequency of thoughts. Nice imagery here. Looking forward to your blogs… once again!!
I will surely visit 🙂
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