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The World feels Dusty

The World feels Dusty
When We stop to Die
We want the Dew then
Honors taste dry

Flags vex a Dying face
But the least Fan
Stirred by a friend’s Hand
Cools like the Rain

Mine be the Ministry
When they Thirst comes
And Hybla Balms
Dews of Thessaly, to fetch

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Poem The World feels Dusty - Emily Dickinson