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Birds flitting by Singing a wonderful tune Beating their wings Patiently waiting for the first buds to open. Ever so slowly they peer out, Shy and overwhelmed. Feeling the cool breeze, and the warmth of the sun, they open, open, open... Revealing delicate, fragile petals Brightly painted with oranges and blues splotched with soft, pink hues of the setting sun. Laden with golden dust and honeyed drink, they wait with welcoming arms, for the buzzing, fluttering travelers. A Slow Spring.

Silver snow, Silver snow, Cruel and Cold Silver snow Drifting silently, shimmering slightly Down on the twisting spires of earth below. Silver snow, where do you go? Falling slowly, I don't know. Blazing nightly, clumping tightly Down on the dank mires of dark earth below. Silver Snow, Silver Snow Cold Beauty, Silver snow Gliding, floating in the bleak sky Down on the black, charred earth where unsuspecting bodies lie.

My past seems like a dream; A lost memory in my mind Unreal, a fantasy, of life left behind. My past seems like a dream, A story of someone else; an item long ago forgotten by the owner herself.