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damselsalatan
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We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies— The Heroism we recite Would be a daily thing, Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King— From 'We Never Know How High We Are' (1176) by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Submitted Poems 11 total
My EuphoriaHappiness flows | 23 Views added 2 years ago | Rating |
Once a Poet, Always a PoetA poet is a dreamer and a thinker. | 7 Views added 2 years ago | Rating |
My Nanay Anita (My Grandmother Anita)Remembering the times we had; | 5 Views added 2 years ago | Rating |
Self-growthDon't know where to start and to end | 14 Views added 2 years ago | Rating |
Tell MeDo you think of me? | 8 Views added 2 years ago | Rating |
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