hope is
with feathers that
perches in the soul - sings
tunes without the words - never stops
at all.
Emily Dickinson
fucked with by heidi
on 4/5/15 for
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Today's challenge was to take an Emily Dickinson poem and rework it. Instead of a whole poem, I just went to Brainy Quotes and picked this particular bit. Then I made is a cinquain. I kept the original dashes. :)
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