Κυριακή, 4 Ιουνίου 2017

THE LITTLE ROSE

Nobody Knows this little Rose 
by Emily Dickinson

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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!

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This Little Rose 
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