Heaven within emerald thickets
Weep for the wooden bodies mixed in ashes,
A hope spark in the eyes of the guard in duty of graceful earth,
Rustling noise echoing to and fro smear the silence but those beg to the abusers of seasons.

From the debris of luscious lilacs ,the white winter and purple spring bloom in the last hour,
Trash of nature beneath the lake of clear tranquility,
Curse of manhood hide in auburn maples,
Walking along earth's way.


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