Deadly Spring

Deadly Spring

Beneath the sun's unyielding gaze,

A snowman yields, begins to fade.

What spring revives, it also claims,

A fleeting life, forgotten name.

The crows bear witness, black and still,

To nature's cold, indifferent will.

For every birth, a death must sing,

Thus blooms the tragic Deadly Spring.

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