Running on the field
Looking at your feelings
I am hardly breathing
What a great feeling
The wind is weaving the grass
And trees are singing
Sunshine makes a dance on the small leaves
I should probably go
But, I'm now leaving
This amazing place is fating in my dreams
I should leave this place
To not be late for the morning
When running to the bus
I still feel the dream's breathing
What a beautiful day, for one who is believing!
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Життя це дні, а дні - буття.
PoetryВірші, які описують мої дні, враження, спостереження або думки.
