Nonsensical

Beyond the melting snow, I flee to stand

atop the rock, somehow seeking a balm. 

Without a thought, still hope, a cause or plan,

I venture out each day, alone for calm. 

When I was younger than today, my wit

began to grow. I took each chance that passed

even as the judgement quickly came. A pit,

so he comes forth, a boy still brash and crass.

We gave him time, the needed chance to grow,

so here, in this moment, fighting rhyme:

a tender influence, no crime to show.

We fled these lies towards light, the blight of time

and so, within, maintained eternal scope

of love, displaying proud the loosed bond hope. 

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