A song of allowing beauty

Dried grass and straw smells like France. Here where the mountain gets more rough, the snow has mostly melted, small streams cobble and the evening falls. Here it feels like France after a long summer day. A bird in a leafless tree silhouetted against blueish pink evening sky, sharply contrasted against the dark waving mountains. […]

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Do not tell the seed

Do not tell the seedThat it should become a flowerWork hardPay attentionBe perfectly wellbehavedAnd hurry up beforeThe other flowers are too high andTowering over himDeprive him of sunlight Do not belittle the seedBy saying it is just a seedWhile there’s a world of flowers living inside of himDo not tell the seed how much it […]

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