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 Stella sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Enjoy the golden statue photo set and have a awesome nude weekend! This poem is based on the beauty of nature especially in autumn!
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natureman
2022-04-02 13:25:01 +0000 UTCanakedgirl
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