Deus Mechanica
A poem as often as possible.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Coloring in Green
Coloring in green
Upon the winter’s sheen
It spins
It turns
It twists
It burns
Around the upstream
Flowering
And round
And round
We go
And love alas
We know
Into the death
We all shall fall
And wither
Into spring
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