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Zierquitte

Zierquitte Die herbe Frucht – da traf kein Vogel ein Sie schrumpelt nur – im Wintersonnenschein Doch Frost der taut – der macht so weich und süß Im Dorngestrüpp – ein Vogelstelldichein! Advertisements

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Creation, a fragment

God, shone upon by primal light, lifts up the sun, to end the night in awe the sun longs to comply and follows Him as He goes by Creation all in merriment as colours that He did intend were just … Continue reading

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