In these dark days,
when the shadows we've ignored so long
rise angry from their graves with guns ablaze,
it's no surprise we hunger so for beauty.
Perhaps it's not just hoping we could bury our heads
in flowers and it all would go away.
Perhaps it's just that we're desperate for reminders
that there's beauty in the world;
that after we find some way to cope with winter
there might still come a spring...
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