Rhyme Mindlessly

Dickinson spoke the things with feather

My friend just asked of hopes and weather

A year has passed and days may fade

Dreams were made but none was sane

If I need to put a finger on

The views that I’d see in time to come

Money, fame or a person in tow

Let it be a mystery, for I need not to know

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