Rachil Nym (rzsobqjp)

There are days like this before spring: The meadow rests under thick snow, The trees rustle cheerfully and dryly, And the warm wind is gentle and elastic. And the body marvels at its own lightness, And you don’t recognize your own home, And you sing that song that you were tired of before, As if it were new, with excitement.

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