Still there are some drops of honey
on your plate
Save them from flies.
Resist them
If you can not
Oneday they will occupy
your home.
Shut the doors
save your children
from biting winter
They need sleep and rest
to grow for future.
You have still some fire wood
to ignite bundle of fire.
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