illustration pending (or how sunshine and too many blossoms can remind of Avallon)

aloofly, the chestnuts shower the senseless asphalt with fragments of pink and off-white. the sun turns green all over the birch-besieged streetlets, and the younger lovers hide not their excitement, just like the starlings, desperately nesting, in defiance and in glorification of all that shines, sings, transcends the frozen drifts of before. apple-trees emit fragrances, […]

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three chrysanthemums in a vase/the roses are all wilted long ago;//do not come to me, seek me no more,/what has been, is all passed and gone there was a time when your eyes/held my gaze so tightly,//but now, in these dark autumn nights/all i have is a sad smile. she who comes first, will have […]

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