The
leaves, the twigs, the trees,
The
surroundings shudder and shiver,
Dewdrops
shed their tenderness,
Turn
into a frost bitter,
Daylight
is no longer blissful,
As
the days become foggy and shorter,
Chilly
winds knock on the doors,
Here
comes the mighty winter.
(Select lines from my English poetry book)
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