I Found The Words To Every Thought
Emily Dickinson
581 I found the words to every thought I ever had—but One— And that—defies me— As a Hand did try to chalk the Sun To Races—nurtured in the Dark— How would your own—begin? Can Blaze be shown in Cochineal— Or Noon—in Mazarin?
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