he walks alone...
along dark and shaded paths
heeding but the call of the ocean's depths
he wanders in the chill of night
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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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3 comments:
You write with poignancy. Nicely done. Happy to see a new post from you and hope all is well.
Poignant, indeed. I envy that solitary walker.
Thank you my friends. It has been a long time since I wrote anything.
I am so rusty buy am glad you liked it.
love, Melanie-bd
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