She glided through the slushy pile of green waste, She glided through the slushy pile of green waste,

Ushers in a glowing twilight. Ushers in a glowing twilight.

Running like a herd of cattle, We compete to graze even a small garden, Running like a herd of cattle, We compete to graze even a small garden,

Let me cry, Leave me now. Let me cry, Leave me now.

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The poem describes wheels on meals. The poem describes wheels on meals.