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we're the clouds that shroud the night sky; we're the beasts that sleep in the cold; we're the winds that howl over the moors; we're the ones who never grow old.
we're the stars that keep on spinning; we're the galaxies that make up space; we're the anxious eyes of prey in danger; we're the scars on a martyr's face.
we're the blossoms that turn to cherries; we're the hide that keeps you warm; we're the winter that gives way to spring; we're the darkness before the dawn.
────── this will be the last poem of this volume. i hope that this book evoked a change in you, in some way or another. that's all i need.
thank you for coming this far and sticking with me till the end. i love and cherish every one of you.
