So goes Summer tones ringing through tough bones.
Lonely turning Leaf slowly touched the ground.
Frosty Rocks of morning dew melt away,
While Autumn Raindrops sting her sunswept face.
Hints of Winter sing, voicing clues of cold.
Run. On Everything. Trample imposed molds
Formed by decades of never growing old,
Never living up. Womb of solid Gold
Rest by this Fire, melting amniotic
Presence caressing such iridescence
Glowing that glow all the way to it's core
Until Suffering is gone and she's born.
Innocence runs for Truth, Healthy and Sound.
Run Doubt deep into the Ground. Run it down.
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