Kunama 1971

Winter

Across the barren wilderness echoed a lonely robin's speech Wanting the lovely summer which is from its reach. The bare, thin arms of some gums reached lonely upwards While across the deserted fields the blizzardous winds roarded. Snow silently and quickly fell like steady rain Till it covered all the rocky terrain All was still and quiet as the moon beamed down, Illuminating the world like a crown.

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