A thin veil falls gently from my eyes
Vir: RŠ
"Tied to the wind moving swiftly above me
Afloat on the breeze
Watching the meadows, they hasten below me
Unburdened as my feet leave the ground
Everything blurring before me"
Slika: Kristjan Kroupa
Kraj dogajanja
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