joy is the life lived
sung in the mind echoing
rustling tree tops
live each day granted
harboring no ill towards man
follow the straight path
though the narrow gate
to eternity....
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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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3 comments:
joy is the life lived
sung in the mind echoing
rustling tree tops...
...indeed...wonderful word image. (^_^)
Thoughts to live by...very nice
Melanie, Thanks so much for coming by my blog and becoming a follower. You write such beautiful words--I will come back when I have a little more time and scroll through your blog. I know I will be moved by your writing. Have a lovely week. Mickie :)
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