When winter evening is settled,
I peeped through my window,
Nothing I could see
But the faded shadows of the trees.
The darkness covers everything,
Shape of the beauty vanished,
And the value of the day was lost
Yet- I felt the things around me.
Through the spread arms of the trees,
I saw the queen moon on her throne.
I sense the peace in my mind
And leaves the land still.
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There is nothing more than the memories of winter evening.
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