empty shells on waves
once more reclaimed by falls tides
gives way to new birth
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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:
I do so love. One day I will manage the art of such *sigh* I can but live in hope.
I am liking this, you; muchly.
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