dear asses of hearts of thorns
i find myself in pain; with loss,
i miss that had not time to ripen
and the tears flow
i will let the tears flow
live again
the seasons change
life cocoon to transforms again
along awaited rest
freezing in time into an eternal rhythm
from lustrous green to dazzling light
what appears to be death is only a sleeping spell
so all can refresh rejuvenate and begin anew
i is home
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