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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...
What imagery you create with your words. There is a sadness and beauty in this poem as well. Lovely!
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
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!