a nuit de l’hiver virevolte la rose arlequin.
Elle n’a pas froid, elle n’a mis qu’un seul tour de rose de pétales….
Tags: bonheur, froid, hiver, mandala, pétale, petit, rose, rose arlequin, virevolte
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