the antique building
stood alone amidst moonlight
ancient of days calls
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When she spoke her words became shades of silver and gray Filling the morning mist rising from her body with a rainbow of thoughts In her mind she could see herself covered in their silky touch. Colors sparkled as she moved breathing in and out she walked shimmering colors swirling around her In a maze she walked while jeweled tones fell gently beneath her feet. Her eyes opened upon the morning world seeing what others could not The color of her words filled her with wonder as her laughter echoed in silver and gray |
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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