That time was yes
a bright display out
there inside the
garnished greys
with garlands green
and moments merry,
scarlet shades,
and mist contrary
while rolling down
the hills to bud
a rose's form
in dreams and tubs
of cheerful signs
transferred away
to spread mild pleasant
pastures, rays
of light adorn its
simple message,
gentle tidings,
seasons festive.
They cannot steal that
which lives without
material murmurs
and daunting doubts.
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