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| Aroma of Plum Blossom comes from cold and frigid frost and snow |
August left behind was still in bloom
Summer's languid days were the best
Gave us time to ponder, time to rest
Yet winter snaps her fickle frigid finger
We rush home, we do not linger
Ensconced in the cocoon warm of our abode
We curl up in cozy fleeces to beat the cold
And confined here by the fickle frost
Alas, what care I, if a times I get lost
In winter's lounging longing nights
Seeking silent sentiment until the light
When daybreak casts its golden hue
Over the mysterious brooding brew
And awakens our solemn silent slumber
A new day breaks with wakeful wonderr!!!
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