When the wind is calm
And the trees unbowed, We find leaves scattered on the floor And a million hopes for summer gone The tree's weep, and so do we. Winter comes, Hides all with a thick blanket of snow. We freeze, the comfort paralyses. Spring The tree's start to bud And our heart's lift.
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12/29/2017 12:09:41 pm
Seeing this part of the season has been the most exciting one which is rare to see in most of the places. I am living in the place where this type of atmosphere to be seen normally.
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