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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-12-27 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | Snow falling like Angel feathers loneliness dripping from the trees, so bare they are, so nude waiting for the heaven’s dress to adorn them with, white and sparkling like a bride it makes them proud and keeps them warm, how beautiful they are! Lazy fields sleeping under white sheets, mountains with silver caps like my little house under a fluffy hat… smiling… Inside in my cosy mess, I’m looking out at this crystal peace busy dressing my own Christmas tree, inside my heart, sweeping away all hate and fear, under the carpet, into a corner, to be forgotten in the light of all the candles I can find Angel hair and red apples, jewels of compassion, fruit of forgiveness for one day at least… I cage them the crows in my head, keep them quiet, turn them into doves… to chatter sweet loving tunes like the birds outside make us believe when they pick my food, their knowing eyes say “thank you”, maybe their songs say it, too... Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006
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