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is my current mood ~ ~
this light and shadow photo ~ ~ ~
of even Green-leaved hosta with a peacock butterfly wings ~ ~
it shows why ~ ~
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Farbenstäubchen on the rocker
summery butterflies
volatile they are, are transient
As the gifts that I bring,
As the wreaths that I braid
Like the songs, I sing: hover
quick pass all
Its duration is limited,
like a foam to fluctuating wave ,
Like a breath on a shiny blade. Not
immortality I demand,
death is the lot of things:
My notes are fragile
As the glass, to the I sound. 're
August Graf von Platen 1796-1835
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very fond greetings from your Traudi
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