sunlight during the fall deceives me
blinding me from such angles
where evil dark shadows try to entice me
into false warmth where there is no love
illuminated foliage tempts me
to keep the splendor for myself
yet this glory is a false prophet
rewarded with the empty message
of winter’s frigid death-grip
and the only truth I have left is the resurrection of spring-time
blinding me from such angles
where evil dark shadows try to entice me
into false warmth where there is no love
illuminated foliage tempts me
to keep the splendor for myself
yet this glory is a false prophet
rewarded with the empty message
of winter’s frigid death-grip
and the only truth I have left is the resurrection of spring-time
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