What I like best about the picture is that it is expressing grief, not rage or revenge, which I thought was quite tasteful. Whenever I feel my anger overwhelming me, I just look at this picture and I become a little calmer. Now is a time to mourn, not hate.
__________________ 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.
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