(An imitation of Robert Frost's Nothing Gold Can Stay)
The first sight is always white
An early idea of fright
Always holds a certain amount of light
But only for a night
Then the color shades grey
For those thoughts cannot stay
There's a feeling as it slips away
Nothing white can stay
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Pretentious Poems
PoetryA poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language -W.H Auden
