Every little thing counts
In a heartbeat
the door is closed to yesterday
Between heartbeats
shadows of the day flicker to and fro
Drifting between heartbeats
is the ghost of a smile.
Between heartbeats
little things of beauty
that no one can name
dance and tease
waking up stubborn eyes
to a day worth smiling for
It's past midnight now,
I can follow the flow of heartbeats
till the morrow dawn.
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I always think 6 is a magical number.
The Sea of Sunsetby Emily Dickinson
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
Why do I love you moreat sunset
when the glory of the day
is fading away
into the unknown?
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