When Wintry Winds Rage
A Aniruddha Pathak
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No leaves left to blow,
O winds thy rage sounds hollow,
Look, the bare trees smile—
A toothless smile; not thy guile,
They shall again glow.
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Senryu | 05.02.2019 |
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