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The Cyclic Mellow
when it's pouring all around,
To bake in the sun, when
it shines from east to west
And, when it catch one's death
the chilling flakes of cold
It's the cyclic mellow .
When the flakes touch peaks so high
and the trees make lovely sigh
It's the time of winter yule
The beams make glistening white,
Here and there, far and wide
all it shines is falling flakes.
And it comes the picnic days
all that glistered melted down,
The torrid beams bake high and low,
And the leaves and blossom thrives
fruits are riping allover,
The sun is shining golden red.
Then it comes out drizzling first
and it comes the thunder shots,
Paper boats are floating through
Cruising like a wavy breeze
All the creatures wet in rain
Drops are falling far and wide.
All that comes in faster pace,
one behind the other it comes
screening all its colour and power
The magic power of Mother Nature
All its spices scatter green
overlay with cyclic prime.
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To bake in the sun, when
it shines from east to west
And, when it catch one's death
the chilling flakes of cold
It's the cyclic mellow .
When the flakes touch peaks so high
and the trees make lovely sigh
It's the time of winter yule
The beams make glistening white,
Here and there, far and wide
all it shines is falling flakes.
And it comes the picnic days
all that glistered melted down,
The torrid beams bake high and low,
And the leaves and blossom thrives
fruits are riping allover,
The sun is shining golden red.
Then it comes out drizzling first
and it comes the thunder shots,
Paper boats are floating through
Cruising like a wavy breeze
All the creatures wet in rain
Drops are falling far and wide.
All that comes in faster pace,
one behind the other it comes
screening all its colour and power
The magic power of Mother Nature
All its spices scatter green
overlay with cyclic prime.
© All Rights Reserved
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