The Dying Need But Little, Dear,--

The dying need but little, dear,--
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.

by Emily Dickinson

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...............everyone must pass away someday, beautifully penned ★