Primrose
silently grows
blossoming
in twilight's shadows
Golden
delicate and frail
not to last the night
And yet it
lingers still
at morning's light
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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1 comment:
Strong primrose
"Golden" ..."yet it/lingers still"
Beautiful haiku
xxooo,
Lynne
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