
gentle dew drops fall
natures tears fill me
patterns of love and loss
folded away in my memory box
when I think of you
the old patterns follow me
my love still strong
though I know it can never be
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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:
Darn those old patterns, and thank goodness for them as well. Your piece evokes wistful nostalgia in me. (hey...is wistful nostalgia somewhat redundant?....nostalgia is meant to be wistful? hmmm...)
Thanks for sharing!
Thank you for reading my work. Right I am pining away for my past.
Melanie
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