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The ending of autumn and the advent of winter

has awakened my thoughts.

So I wonder ducks, where do you go?

Do you stay for the winter cold or

do you look for the summer warmth?

Do you still linger within the partly frozen pond or

are you afraid to see the forthcoming winter destroy your needs?

Around the lagoon I search for thee.

As the setting sun beats down its ambient rays,

I search and I ponder.

Soon the sun loses its warming rays.

The setting sun slowly drifts out the horizon.

The wintry breeze appears clasping the earth.

Nightfall has awakened.

Darkness lurks behind the golden hue

and summons the chilly night.

I continue and walk beside the pond's shore

gravely thinking where they go.

Near the pond, hostility takes its place

snowing the evening away.

The night cold stings my flesh and bone.

Wouldn't that be the same for them?

Sadly, not one sign of a duck breathed before me.

Living through this experience I perceive

the answer to the question that confused me.