Tag: white
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Blue Skies
How light are my steps. / Tender winds waft on white wings, / flutter in the blue air, / binding, connecting the skies / to the sunny pavement.
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Alone
You never brought me white roses / yet the ground is white-bestrewn with them. / The entire earth is redolent of spring blossoms, / early spring blossoming on snow.
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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.