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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 25
XXIX.
FRIENDS.
Are
friends
joy
or
pain?
If
they
always
stay,
Friendship
is
good.
But
if
they
leave
fast,
And
never
come
back,
Friendship
feels
bad.
Fire
was
here.
Fire.
Ashes
show
that
fire
was
there;
Respect
the
gray
pile
For
the
thing
that
stayed
In
that
place
for
a
while.
Fire
starts
first
with
light,
And
then
it
becomes
solid
—
Only
a
scientist
can
say
What
it
turns
into.
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