13.01.2025
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The landscape of snow Tiny buds, the winter through Spring, still far away Winter Jasmine buds yellow, bended bows on the branches The dance that returns in a scented yellow ring Spring fairies calling Beauty will ascend the throne Carved from a single ice cube
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