Winter poems

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Winter muktamala vein cover
Himel wind within the Philippines
Shivering within the mist of the place
the space of the sun during a thick sheet
i can not see who Roy is
within the winter morning, the cuckoo sang Kuhu Kuhu song
The birds of the past get away 
Kaltan is doing
The farmer goes to the sector with joy
tons of gold wrapped in aman paddy 
Answer How I smell marigold flowers
they do not get wet butterflies with wings
The green leaves gradually turn yellow
Ava has spread Rashi Rashi before
Dry along the way
Pithepuli on a winter morning
Companion house date juice
crammed with the enjoyment of Nalen molasses, the winter morning may be a game of lovely nature
Fairs in memory places.

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