"I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference.Now, when my grave is d...
A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and...
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