A sun wrapped in winters cold ribbons

Turning backwards the tree of a seed

shriveled by a masked stars performance

Untouched by the most average of diamonds.


Alone... thought this of the sprout,

Crazy- the sprout,

Crazy-the sprout,


Tears of hot anger ran through the sun

turning forwards the seed of a sprout

Flourished with a taste of bitter honey

swarmed with the Earths Jewels,


Happy felt this of the tree,

Loved- the tree, 

Loved- the tree,


Death's left thumb hid the sun

Stopping the grand blossom,

sweet simple songs flow by 

Starved by the loss of the sun,


Satisfied... felt this of the tree,

Gone-the roots,

Gone-the roots.


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