Unhurried

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Curled, inside

these magnolia buds

spring

so beautifully unhurried

in its becoming

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3 Responses to Unhurried

  1. Sabina says:

    Meni se vedno zdijo, kot da se pozimi odenejo v kožušček🙂
    Topel topel pozdravček!

  2. janez says:

    Krasno, kar ne morem verjeti, da lahko v tanki / res kratka pesem/ zajameš toliko dogajanj, pričakovanj, občutij, opažanj, za katere bi nekateri( sam sem med njimi) potrebovali celo stran, da vse to popišemo in opišemo, na koncu bi ,pao vsej verjetnosti,še slabo izpadlo.

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