Garden

The ringing frost.
A garden fell asleep.
He's having a fabulous dream
A glorious morning in spring
With dancing butterflies...
But only sparkling snowflakes
Are circling in the air
And wistful song of lonely wind.
The moon reflecting in the snow
Is painting pink on icy glow
These blooming apple trees
Of April memories
Which help him to survive...


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