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.
— Robert Frost
(ID: A digital painting of Catwalker from Miraculous Ladybug. The shot is a redraw of the scene where Catwalker stands in front of the moon, holding one hand out and smiling gently.)
Thought of this poem. Thought of Catwalker. Had a breakdown. Bone apple teeth.
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