laying on a wind swept beach
I feel the cold breezes cover my body
and hear the roar of winter waves
summers sand but a memory
a memory of you
gone with the tides
winter whips around my body
leaving only it's cruel touch
it's cruel and lonely touch
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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:
Something so very powerful about a winter beach.
lovely
Melanie,
How true! We lament the passing of summer to be faced with the dread of cold winter. Excellently portrayed!
Hank
I loved the poetry. You are good! :)
First time at your blog. Glad to have stopped by! :)
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