Tag: poetry
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The Prettiest World
I think this is the prettiest world–so long as you don’t mind a little dying, how could there be a day in your whole life that doesn’t have its splash of happiness? – M.O.
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June
Nothing Gold Can Stayby Robert Frost 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.
Nature Love Play 