Sunday

Nothing Gold Can Stay

This poem speaks not only of the nature but life itself. Gold is a metaphor for “special, precious and beautiful”. Everything precious fades away, nothing good can last. This extrapolates to youth, beauty, innocence and ultimately life - everyone is mortal. It also resonates with the feelings of the fresh love, wich is so amazing but inescapably fades with time. With this poem we discover one of the nature’s laws – everything passes.

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