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For the past seven days
For the past seven days
Words of seasonal life
Are traversing across my mind
As I see the thick forest of trees,
Kissing my window pane.
Come ere winter
Autumn, the leaves will all be strewn
Stark nudity in trees frame
Then miles of snow I see,
Trees are like human veins,
Albeit lifeless,
Till spring comes again
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