Could it be, that time ago,
Ere biting wind, crisp leaves below.
Parade of hues my breath did stole,
Regale my eyes, embrace my soul.
Veneer of white, a lonely stage,
Now life suspends, I disengage.
Retreat for now, inside to rest,
Will I survive this bitter test?
Oho! I shan’t repress my glee,
My color show! The finery!
The hints I see, the clues abound,
All share one hope, ‘tis to astound.
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