Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. Anaïs Nin
Category: Poems
Stay gold, ponyboy…
Nothing Gold Can Stay 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. Happy autumn! <33333333
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