Cycle of Love

Cold as bitter frost
The skin of withered hands on
Pain of broken hearts

Lilies bloom on high
Ease upon the shoulders come
Wind at midnight still

Heaven clears the blue sky
Dancing bees and flowers shine
Ecstasy at last

Darkness soon will come
Someone will go again now
Life continues on


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