When nights and days are balanced and halved, The ancient Oaks sprout life anew. Limbs of buds and leaves reach out Collecting the breath of the mornings’ dew Summer will come and the Winter winds, Turning and turning the leaves on their stems. Then they must fall, but now in the spring the twig is bound, and the Bud remains. Hang the […]
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