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night strolls towards day

crawling inch by slow inch

until amaranth blooms

across the black

because not even the dark

plays for keeps

love propels us to the moonlight

but we are icarus when the sun rises

we shake the embers

wash off the soot

until only the smell of ashes still lingers

and we revolve

another turn around the sun

winter stumbles into spring

summer slips into autumn

these trees are tired of changing

between a series of misplaced seasons

and so am i

nothing lasts forever

but maybe we are better

because of it

– ashley jane