to keep my days the same:
but now, as snow returns to earth
and all the little saplings i saw yesterday
are now buried, i ask you god why?
why again must the achings of nature burn
my love and i in frigid exploits, its motive
to keep us here, buried in snow
like such dead saplings?
no man would ever wish this for his love.
so g-d for once i ask you to make a change:
make the earth once again full of blood
and vigor so that my love and i
can walk around without worry and care.
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