I love the beauty of a clear blue summer day
and the grey melancholy of a rainy night,
the charm of a stormy fall day
and the joy of a first day with scented air.
But I adore the mysterious white tranquility surrounding me.
All the wounds are covered by a supple blanket.
Beauty is so accessible right now!
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