It's hot the sun is shining and on the lanes lies Nevermelting snow.
If many poplars, they are able to arrange a winter in the height of summer.
Poplar fluff is soft and tickled snow.
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Happen and not very pleasant dreams.
Blossoming apple orchard.
The girl in a wedding dress,
Around the hum of many voices,
But not a single person.
Except her there's nobody here.
Girl climbs onto the porch at home,
Turns around ...
And the house begins to crumble
Fly apart pale pink petals of apple trees.
Beautiful ... but somehow unsettling.
Feeling after such dreams are not very pleasant.