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Eternal Cycles In springtime, frost cascades in gutters as A thousand falling tears of shifting stone, Might fall when fleeting restoration has In blushing flesh ensconced the sterile bone. This flesh will melt like snowflakes into dust, Such fragile lifeforms must collapse But even ancient forests will combust, And grow from fragile shoots as ages lapse. The changing drifts of continents are seen To bounce, in slow eternal cycles' eyes Cavorting constellations all careen In steady circles through inky skies. Such eternal cycles are never through... Though all our changes, I'll always love you. |
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