golden with yellowness the trodden bedding
is lining lanes with softness is attracting
we last in the autumn waiting for the winter
in order to when will come about the spring to dream
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From the autumn till spring and... finally longed-for May - month on love. Who isn't waiting for it? ? ? Very much I like this poem.