It's getting dawn...
It's getting dawn...
How long the wavy night has gone.
The moon's turned pale
And clouds has swum
Where the horizon' line has flown.
High grass will stretch up in the race,
It's blowing cool from glassy lakes,
And noisy ducks will sew with care
Transparent figures, round and fair.
The dream has gone.
It'a getting dawn...
The Morning
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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