On branches high
And dark as night,
Lie all of these bewitching shades
Of rose quartz and kunzite.
I see my eyelid
Bright orange with sunlight,
As glowing green aventurine
Takes over once again.
Dry, and cold, and bare-
Thriving with all shades of life.
There it hides in plain sight,
Forgotten and forgetful,
The spellbinding smile of spring;
A fleeting glimpse of freedom.
In earth so deep
And dark as night,
Lies a dream that has once run its course,
A child that has been almost born
But crawled right back
Into the womb,
As the rosy shade of spring
Turns a stranger once again.
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SingulariT 