Palm Sunday by Ann Wood
It is the last Sunday before Easter, and it is a sunny day.I can hear a bird song coming from the garden and smell the aroma of the blooming flowers.
Today, according to an old Bulgarian custom, the girls wind wreaths of willow twigs and decorate their doors and heads for health and prosperity in their home.
Happy Palm Sunday, everyone. May the Lord bless you and your families, Amen!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-04-10 at 11:10
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