Welcome Guest Login

Her breast is fit for pearls But I was not a

Her breast is fit for pearls
But I was not a "Diver"
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home
I a Sparrow build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest..

Submit Your Poetry

by:- admin posted in:- emily dickinson

Comments are closed. :(