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I hope you thawed, and the sun glisened over your frozen flesh, and the fresh spring nature grew around you, like a snow angel in summer, hugging you, the plants are the only ones who know, I hope one day they the whole world will know too. but plants can't speak, or scream, or sing. as you slowly blend with the earth, the dense leaves and flowers will weave through your chest, replacing your heart. the flowers are the same as you were, young and only beginning to blossom. one day your body will melt away, hiding even more the way you vanished into the air. I hope one day the flowers and leaves will be heard. but for now the flowers can only sing and scream to their friends. the whole forest will know, but the human ear can't hear.