Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her hardest hue to hold.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
(Robert Frost)
(And okay, it was day turning to dusk not dawn turning to day, but I still like the poem and it is still what the gold reflections made me think of. I don't think Frost would mind. So there.)
Nothing gold can stay.
(Robert Frost)
(And okay, it was day turning to dusk not dawn turning to day, but I still like the poem and it is still what the gold reflections made me think of. I don't think Frost would mind. So there.)
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