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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May we all continue to dream for it is upon the foundation of dreams that new hope is erected with doors of acceptance and windows of vision and all are welcome. Nicely written Durdica
Thank you very much! Your comment sounds like a blessing.
May it be so for you my friend and it is my pleasure
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