sweet ebony rose
grows far from all
it's silver thorn
sharp and unforgiving
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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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2 comments:
I love your poetry Beloved Dreamer. Sorry I haven't visited lately. Always wonderful to read your work : )
Thank you my friend for reading my work. I have lost a lot of readers but I keep writing.
love,Melanie
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