There is nothing beautiful to survival:

There is nothing beautiful to survival:

Autumn holds on
to her bare bones
because all she knows
is an ending
there’s no hope for mending
here

and Winter comes in
with such reckless hands
he takes and reaps
and steals and keeps
until there’s nothing left
but emptiness

and Summer blazes in
with such heedless abandon
that he burns and rages
in all the wars he wages
against the setting sun

and Spring weeps with the willows
but she still tries to grow
and blooms
as if flowers could soften the doom
that is left to the world

but there’s nothing in between
to keep the peace
there’s no renewing here
where I exist
without you

From; ponderingcomplications

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