Wildlings
A wistful tautogram poem by EMG 3/22/23
By Emily DickersonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Why would waterfalls wash 'way wars?
Why would waiting wake wistful words?
Why wouldn't westward wandering worry women?
Why wouldn't warmongers' wolds whisk 'way wild willings?
Woeful while waiting,
Weary while working,
Worthwhile when wishing,
Worthy when whittled, whispered words wail,
Wanting whipped wildlings while wind whistles.
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About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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Nice❤️