Of a truth that was different
No more than this can be said:
Spring came packed with shards of ice
The year the long bones splintered,
The joints compressed themselves, crushed
By the force of the falling
At all. There were adventures,
Sleet storms in the desert, heat
Waves rippling the green forests
That huddled around the lakes.
Storm-struck nights, entire days
Went missing, never to be
Missed by anyone but them.
All lives have more lives to lose.
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