nature's truth
green leaves
fall off of trees
in the mist of spring
i thought i was in a crystalis
i thought i was changing
but i was only an icecycle
hanging off the limbs
of her heart
i've melted
now i'm just slush
where the green leaves lay
and the bare trees wait for summer
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