Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses
yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of
blue,

Spending
scarlet like a woman,
Yellow
she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.

Lovingly dedicated to the brother I never truly knew Yet in my heart he is as close as any person I have ever known
He touched my life profoundly. I am truly blessed for the memory of him. Perhaps much like this beautiful poem inspires Some in our life are only meant to touch it briefly yet yet does any other run quite as deep?

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