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Whistling through the breaking forest
Of winter arriving with no rest
Breath taken in with breeze blowing out
Rustling of colors falling to the ground.
Buried with treasure and wasted feathers
Hope all lost with cinders left
Body unharmable, heart made of leather
Hidden, forbidden, impossible of theft.
Mysteries of mazes
Winding through your eyes
Unlike roses, unlike daisies
Deep deep down I could see your lies.