Snow lingers as a blossom,
on the buds edge,
A wintery voice repressing
The new spring first song.
on the buds edge,
A wintery voice repressing
The new spring first song.
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-In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite. Paul Dirac
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