Perfect days are marred by broken glass
Waning shrubs scatter their remains upon
split paths
The birds still fly out of instinct
Notions incline me to follow but winter
is always kept with me
Blissful dreams are tainted by unknown eyes
Sweet reminisces are distilled by young,
meaningful lies
The willows still cry for no reason
Notions incline me to follow suit but all
will know of my greatest treason
Daring storms tread upon still water
The sky knew of its actions, it still chose
to be its own martyr
Ravaged are the lands, the animals so naive
Notions incline me to follow their lead but winter
never turns, it will always linger with me
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lovely. i really enjoyed this one, especially the last few lines.
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