A Little More Spring
And a little more of that spring, which did not come to us this year. She forgot which way we are. That Spring, that without the smell of burning and mud, sandstorms, Spring filled with the aromas of the awakened forest and deep rivers. That Spring, about which songs are composed, and which poets wo…
|Dimensions||40 × 60 cm|
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