In our forest of a garden, Beneath the corkscrew willow, Reclines a sleeping gnome; We’re happy that he lies there And the garden is his home. He gives me inspiration Among the wildlife and flowers: I can see him from the window As I write in daylight hours. When everyone is sleeping And I am […]
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