Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge. |
| Edna St. Vincent Millay |
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| Name: ... | 2004-11-01 |
| it was a good poem |
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