Never In Spring ✓

third: coral flowers

apple blooms across cold skin, the dark valley within

coral flowers on a field of gold skin.

i'm lying on a grassy hill, bright stars in my eyes

before the fields burn and cross to hay

in the scorching heat of our july.

what happens when one goes to the land below?

will my body fade in this year's winter snow

or will i melt into the leaves of autumn?

would my soul linger within my body

a half-made soldier, a girl-turned-woman, finally fallen?

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