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
You hope he'll change his mind
but the days drift on and on
and you'll never know
why he's gone.
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