Here in this spring, stars float along the void; Here in this ornamental winter Down pelts the naked weather; This summer buries a spring bird. Symbols are selected from the years` Slow rounding of four seasons` coasts, In autumn teach three seasons` fires And four birds` notes. I should tell summer from the trees, the worms Tell, if at all, the winter`s storms Or the funeral of the sun; I should learn spring by the cuckooing, And the slug should teach me destruction. A worm tells summer better than the clock, The slug`s a living calendar of days; What shall it tell me if a timeless insect Says the world wears away?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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