Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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“Nothing Gold Can Stay”
Eden sank to grief one day and cried that "Nothing gold can stay".
Summer-
She's bathed in golden light,
But all good things come to pass,
Nothing gold can stay.