blossoms in midwinter

within the grit of the gentle white buried within the bosom of the roots lay life between its silent slumber while the outward burns to frost-ly breath all the buds lay in cozy sleep some think that Tis time to outshine while the rabbits lay burdened to sleep and bud and bloom midwinter too soon their jealousy their end their doom. as time makes brittle corpses of the children of sin when the sun melts through the dense white reality The well-rested princes and princess do rise

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