An Old Tale by Veneta Rangelova traslated by Ann Wood
"A lost slipperand a dust cloud after two tracks ...
The Prince grieves at his castle,
the clock hit three ... "
Fairytale, Magical and Bright February, friends
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-02-02 at 05:02
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