by the dim iridescence of the setting moon
we all walk the silent pathways of life
born of woman and son of man
destined to die, oh the pathway is swift
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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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7 comments:
Wow, brilliant and to the point, it is amazing how time drifts when one's mind is absorbed, distracted.
The road of life is like that...
I love the way your words flow~
Very nice lines about the flying of time!
Allow me to bow silently in respect of this entry.
Wordless, wordless.
daily athens
...time do really flow so fast... it's like a leaf flowing along the river banks... long and rapid... how adorable you mixed those words...and let me thank you my friend for adding up my button here at the top corner of your sidebar... i am flattered and glad to see it there... thank you!!!:)
GOD BLESS!!!:)
>Kelvin
It is so nice to meet you. Thanks for stopping by my blog and giving me the chance to meet you, too.
I like how your words are weaved. This telling of life being too short. Yes! *sigh* Too quick time runs away with wings on his feet!
this is beautifully powerful
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