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Love is four seasons IV- Winter
Winter
Winter spreads a white cloak upon the ground,
His hands are cold, yet kindness may be found.
Snowflakes are unwritten letters from lovers,
That whisper in the wind, then rest under snowy covers.
In the coldest nights, only love’s warmth will survive,
Keeping the circle of seasons gently alive.
Beloved, when you come, spring of union and summer of passion bloom,
When you leave, autumn of memory and winter of longing loom.
Our love is four seasons that through you find their part,
A cycle eternal, forever turning within the heart.
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Saeed Koushan
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