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!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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3 comments:
Those verses are just beautiful.
Thanks Thnker!
PS. I wrote down the verses in the little adress book I carry around with me.
Yes, the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay was a revelation to me too,
I've discovered it while i was blogging, not so long ago:)
Glad you like it that much!
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