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My two seasons
Glacial braids paralyze the silver time
Bearing that frost coming seemingly
From the North Star
Ceremonial clouds enwind the light
Of the very frigid sun
The gelid wind creeps up its spine
The lifeless forest highlands its somberness
The dusky frozen autumn
Like a decrescent moon in the eclipse
Suffers the ignominy of being left behind
In the faintly confused history
The nature can wait the winter to come
Dressed in her refulgent white
For restoring her sovereignty
Like a queen with blue heart and icy tears
poem
by
Marieta Maglas
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