They Dropped like Flakes
poem by E.Dickinson
THEY dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
By: Emily Dickinson
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Let Down the Bars, O Death