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                                                 Till where does the river flow till when the stars surcease to shine So must circle the wheel of life  till when the mountain must stand till when the oceans subsist So must turn the wheel of time till when the body bonds to the soul so long as life exists, and the living be Must art remain, and the feelings flow May the hearts beat in tune with the living and the gifts be spread throughout Love and loss and death and rebirth faith and companion and success and play must each spoke of the wheel turn its way And till when the wheels are given free rein May all the living remain.
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Spirit of Winter

 
Spirit of Winter, Season of the cold
why do you trouble me everywhere so,

and why is it hard for me to unlace
the bank of emotion and gleaming haze,

so how can I sit and sing your praise
while the Sun darkens veering rays,

and I'm benighted across the heights
blinding colours of glaring sights,

closing rich sentimental flows
of the dam of hearts and its prose,

clearing clouds of barriers straight
dallying in the dirt for the daylights' wait,

unveiling subtle and earthy affections
as the pencil and the paintbrush assume impressions,

igniting the canvas and fields vast
with colours and flowers that the sunlight's cast,

revealing the simple music away
just as the winter winds up its stay,

Spirit of Winter, season of the cold
seeing how swiftly do you go,

as the tricks of nature- now the artists know
least you wait for the senses to grow.
25/12/2025
Pranati Pathak
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  1. Pranati PathakJanuary 20, 2026 at 5:39 PM

    Wrote this almost a month ago, forgot to publish till today-

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