Nostalgia

ln my winter verse
there's no yearning for the past,
There's nothing but the meadow scent
and the home deserted, in dust,
And the sunset patches
on the pine tree trunks,
And the cuckoo calls
from their far-off bunks.
No yearning and sorrow
in my winter verse...

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