May I kiss your hand, little juniper bush,
and put my arm around you, big stone?
Can I tickle your beard, little tuft of moss,
and bite your silvery bark, mighty birch?
May I be really light again
and really dark again?
And grow without questions
die without answers -
as the growing grass.
Beautiful! Is that film still from Solaris?
I mean solaris not the coin but the other thing
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