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  • The rabbit of the moon

    The rabbit of the moon

    On a chilly night in a dense forest, a woman, beauteaous and hungry wandered. She stopped and kindled a fire, its glow and warmth pierced the night’s darkness. Attracted by the light, a rabbit approached. —Little bunny, I feel weak, I am cold and famished, I do not know the forest and I cannot find…

  • Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?

    Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?

    I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.Open your doors and look abroad.From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one…

  • Dawn at the forest of the fairies’ dreams

    Dawn at the forest of the fairies’ dreams

    Dawn breaks in the forest of the fairies’ dreams, the forest of FeeĆ«ndromen, where the magic of fairy tales, legends, and literature melds with the allure of jewelry. Each piece at FeeĆ«ndromen has been selected or designed not only to evoke beauty but also stories, profound meanings, and enchanted worlds. Every jewel is a journey,…