The wind can chill your bones if you let it
Like thoughts that poison the mind if you regret them
The fire can burn the things you worked up on
Flame by flame like ashes, until they’re gone
Holy water stopped me from being saved
The things I needed internal, I was amazed
There, was no door or window that I could open
No border that I can cross to see roses without thorns there
The winter snow it got me once upon
The season changed though all was not the same
Now I see the fall, leaves shed the dawn
While all the watermarks remain
The trees would cry if they had eyes to see
The gray of clouds leaves sadness in the sky
Can someone turn the flames down please?
I hope that nature sees me through her eyes
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