my favourite poem
Nothing Gold can stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold
It's hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
but only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
shit i have this urge to read outsiders AGAIN but i dont know where the hell is it.
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