Cicadas sing their ancient song beneath the full-blown summer sky. Their melodies weave with the gold of wheat that sways softly, a sea, uniting sky and earth in harmony, as life thrums with the pulse of the sun.
- Halina Poświatowska
Cicadas sing their ancient song beneath the full-blown summer sky. Their melodies weave with the gold of wheat that sways softly, a sea, uniting sky and earth in harmony, as life thrums with the pulse of the sun.