Days
Some days my thoughts are just cocoons-all cold, and dull, and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;
And other days they drift and shine-such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.
Karle Wilson Baker
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