Love birds in winter, stitch  their nest;
While frost has wounded their breast.
Meadows and forests,  all became grey;
The Sun encloses his eyes within a ray;
A  huge tree without leaves stand naked;
Against the blue sky, so well outlined;
Like a bare women along the sea shore
Walk away to her destiny, like a *****.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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