Spring season is stripped off each passing day
Fruits and flowers leave alone plants and trees
Here comes dawn and twinkling stars fade away
Months pass with no nectar for hives of bees
Spring, fruits, flowers, stars, nectar come back again
Love once gone astray has no more season
Cycles of nature ever their strengths retain
Life of man yearns for remission and revision
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