Snow And Maple Poem by Gordon Tseng

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Though, knowing the autumn's red rain has always been its beautiful label,
The snow just can't wait to dance from heaven and gently touch the maple,
Because after the north wind gets strong enough to wipe off the season,
All the cross-times love stories will freeze to but a white fable.


- from GOD BLESS NOT ONLY AMERICA

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