Winter is coming,
Now the sheulis will bloom
And scatter around
Near the plant tree,
Dew-laden and fresh,
Sweet and redolent.
The blooms tiny specks
But so sweetly redolent and fragrant,
Blooms it in the evening
And falls it in the morning
And I too cannot keep my temptation odd,
Seeing them fallen and scattered off,
I too seek from within
To gather them
Or to be with.
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