where are you my love
in the winters darkness
so cold so bleak
my heart is frozen
I wait for spring to release me
and want for your touch to wake me
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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:
Deep yearning yet again Melanie!! Love the second one which sees a glimmer of hope!!
A perfect lament to go with this wild November night. I'm feeling 'sadness' in a lot the poetry lately. It must be November:) Thank-you for sharing this aching write.
It'll be worth the wait I'm sure! A beautiful poem.
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