As dreamt on the fringe of light decaying
Mourning the snow falling in rain
Melting in hearts split apart by distance
Joined by voice
Dreaming again, decaying on the pools of paradise
The tropical nature of winter abhorred
Tempting the trees to collapse in pleading
For a colder society and warming needs
A slow remembrance on the edge of decaying
A shallow rejoicing
No longer thin strands to recall
But the visage to behold all yet untold.
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