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This is Where Spring Begins – Haru Ga Hajimaru

                                                             In the heat of that particular moment,
                                                                   he recalled, how he had once
                                                             traced her name, with the warm pad
                                                                  of his index finger, in the thin
                                                           film of ice, that had formed overnight
                                                                  on the inside of their shared
                                                          bedroom window .. And then, how she
                                                                had turned into him, all smiley
                                                   and snug before whispering haru ga hajimaru ..

 

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Marion

OK... I'm off to Google 😊

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Marion

How thoughtful of you to have translated
yourself. Lovely snuggly verse... winter cosiness and bed days are always a favourite x

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Neville

My word, that’ll do ever so nicely thank you my very dear friend M 💛👍x

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Being Me

I was the same as Marion. I trotted off to Google and, yep, you told us what it was already. A lovey little poem capturing the atmosphere of that precious time beautifully and perfectly 👌 x

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Neville

Many thanks Tina .. I am feeling rather spoilt today ma'am x

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