Acid breathe turns into powder the filmy petals
when they soar down and touch
Hands, eaten into veiny are slowly covered
when I just sit, wait
And soon it's like I've found the eternal youth
as a gift from the new spring
Death has never really suited me
not adorned, not crowned
I prefer to stay amongst the gemmas
rather than old, black snow
And the movement of petals is dance in the air
they remind distantly
that this is not the end yet, not over yet
even if my youth broke with the frost
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