She

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    She

     She lays down, ready for bed
    on her pillow rests her head.
    Is she ready for where she is about to go;
    Is she ready for what she doesn't know?
    Is she ready to enter the world without light-
    Is she ready to regret she ever had sight?

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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