Exhilaration is the Breeze, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Exhilaration is the Breeze

That lifts us from the Ground

And leaves us in another place

Whose statement is not found -

Returns us not, but after time

We soberly descend

A little newer for the term

Upon Enchanted Ground -

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