Real World
The spring has started
Winter is no more
Radiant light breaks through
Past season flesh melting away
There sits a rose
Beautiful in color
Head in the clouds
Clovers emerge
Beauty of a snake
Long in width
yet small in size
Drawing nearer and nearer
Easily avoiding the thorns
Wrap around her
And drag her down
No more beauty to see
No life is free
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