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| little_flowers [2025/06/22 11:49] – 89.29.46.11 | little_flowers [2026/02/03 00:48] (aktuální) – 185.5.70.53 | ||
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| They’re still holding hands with the snow, which helps them shine. | They’re still holding hands with the snow, which helps them shine. | ||
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| Then come the daffodils – the first golden messengers of spring sunshine, announcing that winter has truly lost its power. | Then come the daffodils – the first golden messengers of spring sunshine, announcing that winter has truly lost its power. | ||
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| And only when spring gains confidence do the red tulips appear – like a beauty who can afford to keep others waiting. | And only when spring gains confidence do the red tulips appear – like a beauty who can afford to keep others waiting. | ||
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| We know them all by heart. Not just their colours – but the story that grew alongside them. | We know them all by heart. Not just their colours – but the story that grew alongside them. | ||
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| Long ago, my father was checking a truck from Holland. | Long ago, my father was checking a truck from Holland. | ||
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| The beginning of a whole lineage of flowers that spread across the garden beds like children. | The beginning of a whole lineage of flowers that spread across the garden beds like children. | ||
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| My mother loved them. | My mother loved them. | ||
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| Large, opulent, with a scent like no other. | Large, opulent, with a scent like no other. | ||
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| When they bloomed, it was a sign: the pilgrimage to Saint John the Baptist was near. | When they bloomed, it was a sign: the pilgrimage to Saint John the Baptist was near. | ||
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| And when I walk among them, it feels like a voice that can no longer be heard, | And when I walk among them, it feels like a voice that can no longer be heard, | ||
| and a caress without hands. | and a caress without hands. | ||
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