Winter returned through the back door
White the blanket all over
Spring disappeared
Like a lost lover
Winter returned through the back door
Fresh frozen buds all over
Summer lies in waiting
Like a hunting lion
Winter returned through the back door
Crisp the midnight sky
Bright the midday sunshine
Dark clouds gradually gliding by
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-31.
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