</>will you not hold me?
yet Autumn is no where to see
beauty wrests to jingle
green desiccates to disown
twilight is here to hide
dream falters to follow path
let me count wings of spring
journey is just in between
beneath and beyond.
shadow ruffles beneath oak
breeze seems to saunter
life is just a bloom of rose
i never see horror wild betiding
night is not far off from dawn.
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