Yonder Lies It

Sometido

With everyday that passes by
I grow colder
my lips are turning blue
as the sky recedes into redness
though some call this an autumn

I decay
yearning for red lips
to caress my hopes

Early may brings shoots
new life to the trees which stood naked
during winter
my spring long gone

must I bear all in the twilight
as the aurora dances

unworried
by the passing of the seasons

or the trees
which renew their hopes

ignoring the vortex of humanity
which sucks everything into seclusion?


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