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Springtime hibernation

I shook off hibernation in the springtime.
Frost finally thawing off my memories
which he encrusted cold and biting,
early-morning dew misting over my vision.
Such a beautiful world they said,
and I believed them.

I found Life buried alive under the debris
that Winter had left nonchalantly in his wake.
Crafting a stretcher out of my shed skin I
carried him to all possible places of help.
Everyone begged had concrete idealist glasses
perched regal on their high-society noses,
sweeping away with a softly cruel dismissal.
Such a beautiful world they said,
and I believed them.

Life died when Summer graced the horizon,
bringing a forlorn shower of crimson rays.
I didn't cry, as the birds began to croon
their respects into the break of the end.
Time lagged behind with a half-hearted crawl,
always a best-friend and cherished enemy.
Such a beautiful world they said,
and I believed them.
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