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| The White Season How I hate these winter days they always leave you in a daze Among the white fields of snow They get bigger as they grow Staring out of the frosty glass Watching the black clouds pass Impatiently diluting slow clock hands Looking at the snow flakes dance Inconsistent trance of frozen water Gently falling from the sky by quarter Remind you of shimmering priceless stones That complitely devour and cover the roads. Leafless trees seen on the horizon the warm red colours of autumn gone, Left defeated by the wondering cold, Once again over and over we behold. Not for long the nights stay dark, This the sun's rays mark, Soon water will flow over the streams And flowers will grow for the bees. |
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| Phenomenon Memory Can you hear the music that the trees make? As the branches swiftly move How about the stars singing As they twinkle their melody so smooth The movement of the Earth and her creatures Its that nature or is it just a trick? Due to this are the illusions that we see Are they like time and do they tick? Because there isn�t a second in the world, Which isn�t counted for and every one can see The orchestra performance of little creatures in the sea The movement of every microbe and all the dancing stars. This isn�t our intelligence or scientific progress It�s the spirit of our soul running wild and free The nature�s creation has given us the ability to see Its taken everything and put it into you and me. |
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