The tree is stripped naked
Covered with frost and snow
All foliage and greenary gone
No flowers and no colours
Yet on the bough
Uncaring nightingale
Singing the song of love
Calling out its beloved
Hidden beyond the eye
On another snowful bough
Spring Shall Again come
Mykoul
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Seasons come and seasons go, round and round in time sequence. It is the beauty of life...10.