to my mind she is
the most beautiful thing, and
yet dark as winter.

the gale howls: bearing
leaves and rain on autumn's squall;
black, yet pretty wind.

she gives us pain. We
must endure for her smile is
like summer's last dawn.

but in springtime, the
pure, quickening winds bring to
us a challenger...

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