The Nature Of Melt Snow
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Mark Heathcote
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All things come; all things go,
It's the nature of melt snow,
It's the nature of a feather to swirl
To dance in the wind and curl
It's the nature of a seed to flower.
And wilt away during its final hour.
It's the nature of a flame to alight
To linger and stirrup fears-of-fright
It's the nature of love to heal.
The nature of hate of an ongoing ordeal
All things come; all things go,
It's the nature of any river to overflow.
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