Bohemian Snow
Bohemian snow
Hugs the trees and blankets
The forest with no taste of irony
It drifts, even flows
In aesthetic timeless
So no one can help themselves, happy
With creaks as their snores
The trees’ sleep is dreamless
As I by my fire ponder piously
Hugs the trees and blankets
The forest with no taste of irony
It drifts, even flows
In aesthetic timeless
So no one can help themselves, happy
With creaks as their snores
The trees’ sleep is dreamless
As I by my fire ponder piously
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