nature's first green is gold,
her 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.
Robert Frost
The Outsider by Susan E. Hinton
Dienstag, 29. November 2011
"Um nach den Sternen zu greifen braucht man eben eine Portion Wahnsinn."
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