Walls – gleaming crystal,
Red ivy climbing them.
Floor – moss.
In place of a ceiling, silver branches—
Birch tree arching maternally,
Caring birch tree.
Why is there no ceiling?
Why is there no roof?
Because there are no storms.
Because there are no dreary rains.
Because there are no villains.
Only heavenly dew.
Only warm light.
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Lily of the valley (Pseudonym) (
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