whims sway like branches in the breeze, never catching frost, too animate to freeze
and hearts flutter like firefly light, touching on a tender moment before taking flight
these words have the weight of snowflakes, like down, said with a nervous smile, remembered with a frown
the remains are like skeleton trees after the fall; dormant branches are what's left of it all
blossom valentines can't make you happy forever, and no, neither can being together
so fancies shift like snow before an avalanche-- it's a midsummer night's dream sort of hopeful rain dance
let's cast lots and see who falls to love in the worlds driven by seasons sporadic
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