The longing that love brings in times of uncertainty twirls one’s heart with an ache rather melancholic. Has that happened with you or with a dear friend as we await happier times? Tag him or her in the comments below and tell us all about it. “If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity. But now, all ignorant of the length Of time's uncertain wing, It goads me, like the goblin bee, That will not state its sting.” —By Emily Dickinson Performed by Garfield Dsouza (@quasimoir) For #Qucciberry Every week, #Qucciberry brings you some fine poems frank and honest about love and life. gaypride #lesbianpride #steppingoutofthecomfortzone #poemsofinstagram #gaystagram #instagay #lgbt🌈 #girlswholovegirls #QUCCIBERRY #Qucciberryvideos #lgbtqpride #pride #lesbiansofig #lgbtpride #poem #queenart #gaycouple #strongwomen #bisexualpride #undiscoveredmuas #lesbianstyle #rainbowfamily #lesbiansoninstagram #happypride #lesbianlover #lgbtcommunity #pride🌈 #lgbtsupport #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CPYnDKWJAYw/?utm_medium=tumblr
