If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
From If you were coming in the fall, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
From If you were coming in the fall, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
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