HOME ALONE.
NO PAST. NO PRESENT. NO FUTURE. NO SAVING GRACES.
Monday, August 2, 2010
This is not what Im feeling.
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.
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