In summer, a valley so green, thick in veridian
a pond looking on, sits atop the world – waiting for no one
The sun through an open window, so soon to be gone
hills above, some days ago
covered in whitest snow
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In summer, a valley so green, thick in veridian
a pond looking on, sits atop the world – waiting for no one
The sun through an open window, so soon to be gone
hills above, some days ago
covered in whitest snow