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Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me –  
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  
And Immortality.-Emily Dickinson

She didn’t plan on touching down

She preferred the soaring heights

Those little torpedo water pellets decided her life’s blight

She didn’t plan on touching down

She made love to the lifted sky

But in the storm her vision crept out to cause  her soul demise

She couldn’t see

So she held still

Searching for the line

That place where the horizon touches God

And a woman’s life’s divine

But the weather would not permit it

And so she perched -exposed- with grace

Because the weather wouldn’t allow her life

She left us all in haste.



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