Orange Sun spotted with clouds
Occupied its summer hours,
Hiding behind dim hills so far,
Appeared as gift the first lucky star.
I hear something,don't understand,
Eyes of nothing-simply a bat,
Throuh brown-red noisy grass,
I see back of blacky cat...
Frogs are crying jumping sometimes,
Ducks had flown for thousand miles,
Moon is getting to be round,
Fighting proudly with clouds.
I've been wainting for myself,
I'cant return,I'cant come back,
All around health and wealth,
Please,don't allow this ship wreck...
Ship
© Copyright: Андрей Фишт, 2013
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