Snow flakes fall
On the roof of complacency
The stagnant looks prettier
In white
The moment of realization
Slithers through unheaded
He was busy rubbing
His smoke filled eyes
It slipped into
The nascent consciousness
A tap of strange familiar footsteps
A reek or a scent
In the back alleys
Of his mind
Come autumn, leaves depart
Branches sway
In their naked freedom
The new ones blossom
With the burst of spring
Tree dense
Loves them both
His love a habit
From fortuitous seasons
A gentle thud of gold hammer
Brings the dead sirens to life
The chimes ring hollow
Bearing pain
Of the lost comfort
Silence lent them for a while
The love scent rose
Strong from her skin
Travel through the vacuous reality
Iron caged birds of thoughts
Debased her smell
Reek from her effervescent soul
Melted the ice From roofs of complacency
Light and unbearable bricks
Cracked under
The alien burden of compassion
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