Seasons of Decay

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A withering apple tree
Will ripen with the days,
And share its fruity love
With bees and mocking jays.

In snowfall there is hope,
For those of us who roam
The footprints of a deer
Will always point towards home

And scorching suns may turn
A sandy shore to coal,
But wavy seas will rise
To soothe our aching soles.

Those seasons of decay
Will always end in May
And every broken heart,
Will mend itself with clay.

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The Welder: Mending Broken Hearts

Through my goggles
I see another world
A land of smoke and molten lava
Believe and you shall reap
For at love’s length
There’s nothing one can’t reach
And after winters cold and barren
Spring will bloom
A simple shrub
Atop a carpet made of snow
Will signal the beginning of something new
A fire deep inside
Dampened by the rain will burn again
I prep my tools
A thick red flame will jump right out
Of my machine
And snatch your heart towards another world

A heart of stone can never burn
It only melts
In shining molten lava land
Liker rivers thick, it flows
Like starry skies, it glows
We’re blinded by its light
A million shadows on the walls unfold
A million stories to be told
Of drunken nights and journeys old

And as I work my way into your chest
I leave my mark
I mend your broken heart
I keep the fire on
This time the warmth
Is never-ending
The lava flows between our eyes
It brings us joy
I take my goggles off
And as we liken ourselves to the gods
We burn to death
To rise again reborn

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