Porque ainda está frio... e porque o tempo não facilita... minhas sinceras desculpas... que sejas bem vinda...
Ostara poem by corcha maeve moondancer
(retirado daqui)
Wake up, wake up from Your long, wintry slumber, Lady. Like a Rose, Your fertility blossoms, Beckoning to Your Young Warrior. Newly sprung once again, Longing for His touch. You are butterfly and bud, On this equal night, Your passion is renewed. Life is growing all around You, Vines run wild through Your hair, Grasses and flowers encircle You in love, and the forests' creatures gather about in joy of Your return.
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