A snow covered flower on a late winters eve.
Barely able to stretch out of the snow.
This flower perceives you leave and starts to grieve.
The flower flourishes and starts to grow in this snowy white meadow.
Years pass, seasons rearrange as everything starts to change.
It’s not a simple as day and night, because the earth is dying without a fight.
Everything begins to feel so strange.
Days begin to fluctuate as the earths state isn’t that great.
This affliction is leading straight towards our eviction.
We all hesitate as we await our fate.
This is the depiction of our final conviction.
But as it stands in the snow.
That one flower continues to grow
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
A snow covered flower on a late winters eve.
Barely able to stretch out of the snow.
This flower perceives you leave and starts to grieve.
The flower flourishes and starts to grow in this snowy white meadow.
Years pass, seasons rearrange as everything starts to change.
It’s not a simple as day and night, because the earth is dying without a fight.
Everything begins to feel so strange.
Days begin to fluctuate as the earths state isn’t that great.
This affliction is leading straight towards our eviction.
We all hesitate as we await our fate.
This is the depiction of our final conviction.
But as it stands in the snow.
That one flower continues to grow
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