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It seems your white etiquette
Won't stop being wintery,
Not a spot of yellow, blue or green,
Not an ounce of anything,
Besides snow fluttering.

Like a mystic being,
Each time I get the feeling,
Your just around the corner,
Maybe once Summer is the former.
Like melted snow,
I'll never know,
What you were before,
You came a knocking on my unexpecting door.

I'll wonder if I'll ever be
Able to obserb you throuroughly,
Or if you'll just melt away,
Before I can get a second take,
Leaving me with Fall's new rake,
What an odd kind of snowflake..

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Knowledge is a tricky thing,
Witch we all aquire differently,
As it was with the time three,
Each one fading into reality.

One whom is dark as night,
Overcoming her past a constant fight,
But she carries a little light,
With her lover by her side.

Told she was darkness,
Told she was madness,
Told she was worthless,
But it wasn't true, as she realized
That darkness had it's own stars, too.

It seemed destiny,
That the second of the three
Would be shining for eternity,
In her eyes and coat of dawns new things,
Knowledge and love she seeks,
Found with great melody.

She felt trapped, in her own home.
She felt trapped, with what she always had known,
She felt trapped, without more knowledge to own.
She set out with only good things on mind, came back
as the greatest of time,
with a shadow that follows,
that she loves with all her might.

Last of the three, was always a blessing,
Completely the happy family,
Loved and lover for everything,
She was all inbetween.

But she wouldn't stay still, longed for some fun.
But she couldn't stay still, longed for the sun.
But she simply couldn't stay still, longed to run.
She could learn lickity split, but it wouldn't be crammed with only a place to sit, she got to learn from dazzling experience.

They were the sun, the moon,
And everything green,
They were the grandest of all families.

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I'll like to travel, see the world
But not for sights or even gold,
The things that really interest me
Are the ones with gorgeous leaves!

Maybe I'll even make some pals,
Although talking has its changing quals,
And while I'll look at all the green,
Maybe I'll might just meet
Someone that shares my long for the activity.

Juniper, Mint, Blackberries too
Or purple tulips if any grew,
Maybe a plant with a magic essence,
Or maybe I'll discover one that's the last of that existence,
As I am the plant's audience.

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