Saturday, July 7, 2007

Winter Elegy Comments

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In winter my mind flows to whence come the voices.
For my thirsty lips still know the source where they rise.
Frost, scattered by the wind, on the branches poises,
Bringing back all those scents that charmed the child I was.
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Michel Galiana
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