Life's decorative accompaniment
Across this table's heed
Abrupt went to seed.
Midst which pride of bloomings'
Showing off today
Colour, with its complexion
Dis-spirited away.
For coldness, as surely
With storm bolt in a sky
Host of gustings by.
Beat down a path, which moods
As loudly heard were
For weather, rained through, to
Wail more than whimper.
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