Untitled By Emily Dickinson

I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
on their way to yellower climes-
Each-with a Robin's expectation-
I- with my redbreast-
And my rhymes-
.
Late-when I take my place in summer-
But-I shall bring a fuller tune-
Vespers- are sweeter than Matins-signor-
Morning-only the seed of Noon-

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Marissa Cabot

Pay attention to weak friends
and possible options-
on the time period you begin to
question your own orientation,
You will need to turn around
and look back,
Reflections and feedbacks
are helpful in walking
toward a more promising result.