The flowers began to blossom, the bees began to buzz, and the cool breeze slid down my neck. I’ve never experienced anything like it, I looked around admiring the new land plot that I was never expecting to experience before !
Answer:
“Lady Lazarus” As a Representative of Death: The poem details the tragic life of a lady and she was trying to end herself. She says that she has tried to end herself many time, but surprisingly survived every time. She asks those who saved her from peeling off the napkin from her face and see her wounded soul.
Last one I believe is the correct answer :)
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