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The snow touches the ground
With its powdery feet And candles burn Amid the sleet There are five on the table And one on the porch Each flickering like A glowing torch Clinging to branches Are the last autumn leaves Fighting against The cold winter breeze A circular design Sits by the front door Painted with flowers And so much more Almost buried in snow The trees sway in the breeze "Diwali" they say Shaking their leaves Comments are closed.
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