In the blanket of snow,
the sweet melody blows.
In the blanket of melody,
the sweet memories flows.
The wind is chilling,
with needles of rain drops.
The shiny needles of rain, weaves clothes of earth,
into the thin icicles.
To wear the springs, from silken scene,
into the grassy green.
Embroidering every corner, of lifting colour ground, for all the springs of futurity.
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