On the snow-covered top of an old mountain,
The weak flower
Resists to the cold.
Nothing disturbs its life.
Little golden plum in the icy white,
your life
far from the last battle,
is a fight without an end.
Lost in the white flakes,
Shining in the Milky Way,
It guides and helps by its beauty,
the lost travellers
who are looking for their mind,
before the eternal rest.
















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