eyes looking eyes.
sounds chasing sources.
nature.
lush as the season turns.
the cold sun campaign.
the stem of every woman
froze from the pure element.
the germ of the wheat was transient,
sunflower sad bowed his head, looking for gold.
trees whitened by the frost, frozen
now whispered to the flowers close their petals,
and protect the children of life intact
to consecrate them to death.
everything freezes over,
flame that remains is a transparency
base and a layer of anything.
who prays in vain for him to chat, and seeking shade
he finds his shoulders.
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