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A POEM DEDICATED TO THE COMING SEASON WINTER I.E CHRISTMAS |
| Withering Whistles die down birds fly south Worshippers worship the star no more Westerners are no longer jealous of the coming of the morn White is the ruler proven stronger than green Withheld from showing its glory,now for miles seen Wrapped up in a heavenly chorus the moon glows,as the Withering of summer shows, the strength and the glorious beauty of winter. |