winding streams meet
ice clogged junction
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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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12 comments:
winding thots meet...tears clogged eyes
Eventually, the ice melts and the water flows again. Sometimes slower than we wish.
Profound lines. I find that sometimes the path I've chosen is a difficult one. I suppose this is to give me pause -- so I can confirm for myself if this is really where I want to go and if I'm willing to take up the challenge.
Thanks for sharing, Melanie.
Mayz,So true my friend, so true. Thanks for reading my work.
love,Melanie
Yes LR, sometimes it is too slow, in fact sometimes it is frozen in time. Thanks for coming by.
love,Melanie
Thank you Carlos for stopping to read my work. I am sure that at any junction you will be ready.
love,Melanie
all junctions...there's a clinch to it that will loosen in due time...
lovely words...
Such a lovely piece - it tells so much and shows a reality that hits the heart.
Hi Melanie, I used to be a 'winding stream.' I like to think that I still am but really I merged with another, a straighter one, stream.
Thank you, this is a little chilling for me. Goosebumps perhaps?
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Jim, why chilling for you my friend. The ice always melts. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie-Cassi
Sue thanks for your kind comments. I keep trying to get better. Glad you liked it.
Melanie-Cassi
Much thanks AM. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie-Cassi
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