lørdag 18. juli 2015
To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to eat a fruit is to know its meaning...
I don't know what Nature is:
I sing it...
I live on top of a hill
In a solitary,
Whitewashed house,
Or is it red?
And that is my definition.
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