To Emily Dickinson

There used to be a woman called Emily Dickinson She spent 55 years for thinking about life's goal Her ideas were recorded in more than 1800 poems Of them, I always think of the angel's work She was forced arriving at this earth And trapped in the world of mortal and eternal She struggled with them a come and go By having an incomparably stubborn soul She told "Hope" to us like that, It is a thing with feathers and the like Flying to and fro among the bustling crowds ... She sighed life for “Success" That could be the sweetest thing one can get ... She urged people to pursue eternal lives And can't stop and wait for death As she believed lives essence must be immortal ... Beautiful poems always like that Pushing her a great poet worldwide!