I don't know there ......
but here,
the morning is of icicles,
of cold breath,
of a distant sun.
I don't konw there ......
here,
Prima silence,
the white roundness,
and the blue clean.
Here....
the leaves dazzle,
the water runs dense .....
the ice melts.
And there?
There was not there ...
but here,
I look to the East,
my eternal horizon,
the white vastness.
Here,
the creatures enjoy the morning,
the crispy floor,
run,
snort and dare.
There?
I don't konw there ......
but here,
the day unfolds radiant
and full of promises.
Today .......... any promises radiant there?
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
I don't know there ......
but here,
the morning is of icicles,
of cold breath,
of a distant sun.
I don't konw there ......
here,
Prima silence,
the white roundness,
and the blue clean.
Here....
the leaves dazzle,
the water runs dense .....
the ice melts.
And there?
There was not there ...
but here,
I look to the East,
my eternal horizon,
the white vastness.
Here,
the creatures enjoy the morning,
the crispy floor,
run,
snort and dare.
There?
I don't konw there ......
but here,
the day unfolds radiant
and full of promises.
Today .......... any promises radiant there?
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