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• @Snezana28 26 November 2020

  In the blue summer twilight, I'll go on the trails, I will, pricked with grain, that through the low grass, In her freshness, my feet tread And let the wind bathe my bare head. Without thought, without words, called from a distance, With the soul, intoxicated with love, I will go on the road, like a gypsy, Through Nature - happy as with a woman. Arthur Rembo

  • @kork75 27 November 2020

    Beautiful poem, to describe this photo... thank you. Greetings from kork75 😊