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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 3
III.
A
light
comes
in
spring
Not
seen
all
year
round.
When
March
is
here,
Colors
are
all
around.
Colors
stand
on
hills,
Science
can't
explain,
But
people
feel
it
And
know
it
in
their
brain.
It
waits
on
the
grass;
It
shows
the
farthest
tree;
It
almost
speaks
to
me.
Then,
as
time
moves,
Without
a
sound,
It
goes,
and
we
remain.
A
feeling
of
loss
Touches
our
hearts,
As
if
trade
took
over
A
special
part.
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A2 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A2 Inglés | Cuentana