In the wonderful season
I was roaming here and there
With great pleasure,
I decided to write:
'I am the winner, '
But my good angel said to me from within,
'Dear friend!
Please wait,
You have not yet won
In the true sense,
The sky is still cloudy,
See it with your mind's eye, '
I pondered and understood the prolific meaning of his words.
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