Last year...
Not a whole lot.
getting near dusk: on the trunk of a white birch pink of the sun |
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insomnia... in a clear winter night the rumble of a train |
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smell of new soil – the melting snow reveals tufts of old grass |
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shivering in light clothes – the April fool |
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the warmth returned but not the swallows |
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every morning I expect to see not frost but snow |
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Last update 03.01.2004
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