No beauty is lost when a tree's leaves fall
Limbs covered in frost equally enthrall
Through fully bloomed boughs we're in effect blind
A bare branch allows one to see behind
Art without a cost is God's gift to all
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Author's Note: I wrote this poem with 10 syllables per line, and an internal and external rhyme scheme of aabba.
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