“December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months.”

December.

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“December, herald of destruction,takes you on a long strollthrough the black torsos of treesand leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,as if to say: so much then foryour secrets and your treasures,the fervent trill of small birds,the promises of summer months.”

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“December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months.”