When Spring’s hope fills the air, the rose opens with grace and a fragrant sigh.

Warm flesh greets ice-cold metal and gives way to metal’s pointed sting.

The space between heartbeats is silent but my ears ring with a terrible din.

Crystal speckles dot the space between my eyes and the hardness before me.

In Winter, the rose retreats into itself to await the arrival of kinder days.

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