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This is a manipulation i did on 1 of Petite-FaNt0mE [link] Drawings ..

So i'd like 2 Dedicate this piece and this poem by Emily Dickinson 2 her for her kindness in letting me use 1 of her drawings..

thanx ISSO

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The wind trapped like a tired man,
by Emily Dickinson

The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.

No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of numerous humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.

His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.

He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped--'t was flurriedly--
And I became alone.

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Comments plz

Description
This is a manipulation i did on 1 of Petite-FaNt0mE [link] Drawings ..

So i'd like 2 Dedicate this piece and this poem by Emily Dickinson 2 her for her kindness in letting me use 1 of her drawings..

thanx ISSO

==

The wind trapped like a tired man,
by Emily Dickinson

The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.

No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of numerous humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.

His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.

He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped--'t was flurriedly--
And I became alone.

===

Comments plz