So few…

The dying need but little, dear,
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
And certainty that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives, when you are gone.

Emily Dickinson in “The Dying need but little, Dear”
Imagem de Pat Goltz (“Agate Swirling Bird”), retirada do sítio MOCA


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