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the lost battle
the battle between old man winter
and the goddess of the harvest
has ended, he being the victor,
her cloak of vibrant golds
now lay broken and soon
to be tossed into compost piles,
at least her remnants of life
will be renewed in spring
while his will be scorned and cursed
throughout the months to come.
The dark days of winter seem endless...
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