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It’s peaceful outside,

White and Snowy,

Like the peace color, all over the ground.

All over the trees,

All over the everything.

It’s snow storming outside,

too much peace, in color.

It’s minus ten outside, and I am drinking black tea with orange blossoms in it,

While looking into floating peace from the window, everywhere,

In memory of the smell of mom’s tea making tradition, in memory of this very special night, back there, back home.

Here, pointed out in calendar, and there, pointed out on calendar and nature,

Today is 21st of March, 1st day of spring, and the World Poetry Day.

And the almond tree in our yard has blossoms

And the apple tree in our yard has blossoms

And the dark brown garden’s soil has hugged the roots of many purple and yellow violas

And all over the walls, jasmines and jasmines, and too much smell

Too much smell, there.

Too many colors,

And spring is starting there, out of the calendar.

Exactly in 3 hours and 4 minutes,

And all I see through my retina, is this perfect peace color outside,

this harsh snow storm.

I close my eyes, and what I see not through my retina,

is that colorful smelly spring.

Open my eyes,

close my eyes,

open my eyes,

close my eyes.

There are differences between here and there,

As big as the vision differences through or not through retina.