Tag: birch
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On the White Hills
Smoke, a white smoke, floats on the white hills, / a whiteness that flies, scatters the snows. / No one comes now to pluck white roses, / so they fly into the air, whirl and twirl.
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The Birch Tree
The birch tree in the corner of my yard / trembles with every leaf ashamed / every branch longs for sun and dew / in the shade of big locked doors