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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A Collection For Those Who Enjoy Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book of poetry. Some people really like just reading poems, and that's what this is. Some are by me, but some are just my favorite poems from other authors. All of whom I will credit in the separate chapters. If you're into that kind...
