Your thoughts don't have words every day (by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson
Your thoughts don't have words every day
They come a single time
Like signal esoteric sips
Of the communion Wine
Which while you taste so native seems
So easy so to be
You cannot comprehend it's price
Nor its infrequency
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I thought of you when I was contemplating the poem this morning.
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I like this too.. it does remind mw of Kathy too.
I like it because it is almost meditative in quality.
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Thanks, Chris!
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