What is the meaning of bearing the soul?
How does the silver light compare,
To the splendor of this dark-tinted scene?
Can I find any warmth within this soil?
We’ve found our vibrant brothers blooming
In the depths of Autumn, desperate to reach
The brightest clouds in Heaven. Frigid
Gusts blow the brittle blossoms away.
The first snowflakes scatter like falling petals,
Blanketing the ground above my head, A
Shiver running down my spine. Too bad
That my friend won’t make it next month…
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