We are the chosen of fate
© Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
We are chosen by fate
Today, we don't know yet
What to do with all this,
And it can be so beautiful,
December may become May.
In the middle of winter, roses will bloom
Red, and so fragrant.
We will tread on snow
Like on a flowering meadow of paradise.
(pic from internet)
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