ephemeral girl *

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Friday, January 27, 2012

Filed under birthday, cake, work

Nobody knows this little Rose --

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a Bee will miss it --

Only a Butterfly,

Hastening from far journey --

On its breast to lie --

Only a Bird will wonder --

Only a Breeze will sigh --

Ah Little Rose -- how easy

For such as thee to die!

#35 - Emily Dickinson

Be glad of Life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the Stars.

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