downfall

when the snow falls
the slate
is not wiped clean

whatever was
becomes hidden
covered by layers

autumn death
caressed
from the skies

unsightly remains
transition to
clean white shapes

the beauty hides
displeasure
with lies

cold winds
become
a tradeoff

peace of mind
pleasure
in perception

when the spring
introduces
warm rains

some truths
become lost
in the thaw

while strong
truths
reveal themselves

after months of secrecy

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