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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Under the Sweetness of Her Voice





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.













Recited by Ericka ♥
Poem by Robert Frost
Photo by Ericka Demello

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