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Tulips, The color of sweetened cream. Delicate, like the whisper, Lulling you into dreams. Burning crimson, Cutting through chilled air, Precise on a frozen branch,
When the sky begins to fall, be ready to catch the stars. For the beauty of it all, will lie within your heart. An ever expanding reality created from the dark, bursting out of imagination as light you must embark.
I'm sitting in this cold hard chair. Wondering where I went wrong. Unable to sit back because I keep feeling the splinters peirce my back.
Fingertips slide across my lips, And joy floods to my soul. Blood rushes to my skin, I blush away, I feel the sin. Why on earth am I this way? Yearning and burning
As we drift our souls into one,
Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope. Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint. Crouched moon in the southern sky. This is the place astronomers call Shattering dawn -
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably. The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long. Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.