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Like a stubborn leaf clinging to a limb

I’m resolute in the face of the cold.

I keep holding on ‘til its sink or swim,

The bite of the frost catching me twofold.

How many seasons must pass ‘till I learn

The transitory nature of all things?

Will I ever have wisdom to discern

That the solution is spreading my wings?

I have grown accustomed to my place here – 

The sights and sounds, the unwavering view – 

But as winter dawns it becomes most clear

There’s a price to be paid for loving you.

I’ll learn the hard way that I don’t belong.

Only then will I know to right this wrong.