Nearing Winters
The sky was bit nippy
Clouds forming all round
The birds were all slippy
Returing to their home around
The leaves were all amber
And set to fly with gale
Souls moving to their chamber
With thier blaze getting pale
Were the days getting low
Or the nights getting high
All homes were ready to glow
From the fire calming the sigh
And all smut were clearing
As we knew that winter was nearing
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