It appeared in my dream
All white clothed
A snow garland
On its bottom hair
Twisted to its waste also
-lest it may stumble?
Hanging flowers
Eyelash by eyelash
Red flakes
-earings in its ears
Basil in the nostrils
- so green now that is winter!
White flocks of wood
Flowing threads and threads
By fingers
Icy turned into stone lips
„Come on!” it said.
It was my fate.
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