does anyone care who I am?
will anyone care that I am ill?
will anyone notice when I am gone?
I think not...
as roses ripen on the vine and die, so will I
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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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4 comments:
i care...have just come across your blog & I like it..cheers pete
You are a rose my dear. While you are there fragrance reigns. And that is beautiful.
Oh, this touches me personally and deeply, for I too am there with you within this thought and feeling.
You have it expressed it soulfully and evocatively. From one rose on the vine to another, I care and I will notice.
Does anyone ever forget
the scent and beauty of a rose
I think not...
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