The day of death comes,
When the spring leaves fall
Chasing the summer behind,
Forgetting the winter ahead.

Darkness gives no sign of life,
Failure trailing behind like a rattle.
Carrying the weight of despair,
Burying all shine.

Under the weight of hurt,
The waves come crashing down; 
Scooping the mess from the heart,
And leaving a trail of light behind. 

Life feels like an understood child, 
With the flower work ready to burst;
Despair giving it's throne to love,
When the day of Hope all
ready in its nest.

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