A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
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A sharp and sudden fear grips us upon waking. That we might, one day wake to find out closest love is gone.
can’t decipher, but a lot of her work requires investigative skills: read it x3, then let it perk around for a few days, sometimes
the meaning ‘comes to you’