all that is left now
heavy moss around the stone
flowers turn to weeds
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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:
I am thinking, Melanie, that those were beautiful flowers in the spring.
Come to think of it, none of us are very good looking when we grow old.
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So sad.
What imagery you create with your words. There is a sadness and beauty in this poem as well. Lovely!
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