Pal If you were a fisherman maybe I am the pond which freezes in winter to contemplate with your zeal in the spring I am a butterfly who dances in front of you in the sunlight the blossom of a fruit tree the moonlight in the dark night and you getting lighter than my dream climbs into the trees of the dream landscape. © mobar
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