
Moon plays hide and seek__
Soft shadows cling to wet pavement
Clouds shape and reshape...
Flooding puddles of life...with moonbeams
Reflected, I walk these empty streets that once were mine__
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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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