BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
Because I could not stop for Death βHe kindly stopped for me β
The Carriage held but just Ourselves β
And Immortality.
Because I could not stop for Death βHe kindly stopped for me β
The Carriage held but just Ourselves β
And Immortality.
The sun cracks open, paints the dawn in gold,
A symphony of birds, a story yet untold.
Barefoot steps on dewy grass, a cool embrace,
The world awakens, a vibrant, living space.
Life’s a winding, twisting lane,
Around each bend, a joy, a pain.
Unexpected turns unfold,