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
-
somemenjustcantholdtheircatnip reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
somemenjustcantholdtheircatnip likes this
-
wakinguptotheapocalypse reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
khthompson reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
khthompson likes this
-
roehrig reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
oftenmisunderstood reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
16-years-aint-long-enough reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
cerebral-con reblogged this from parlez-amour
-
parlez-amour posted this
