What can be white?
The snow, that's right!
What can be green?
The trees in spring.
What can be red?
"The rose"- she said,
And what about
Blue, my friend?
It is the sky,
You understand!
The night is
Usually so black,
It passes by
And then comes back.
Well, brown are
My brother's shoes,
The pair that
He likes to lose.
What can be yellow?
It's the sun!
It seems to be
The only one!
When autumn comes,
The clouds are grey,
They move and move
Their own way.
The orange color
Waits to meet,
It is a fruit
We have to eat.
So purple comes
Through fairy tale,
We choose the proper
Time to sail.
Pink are the lips
Of my sweet mum,
The dreams of
Every child to come.
19.07.2017 год.23 часа 30 мин.
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A short addition, if you don't mind))
Purple grapes is
In the vase,
Have a bit!
It tastes amazing!
It lies in a puddle,
Big and pink
Certainly, it is a pig;
Ирина Стародубцева 3 21.07.2017 06:36 • Заявить о нарушении
Purple grapes is
In the vase,
Have a bit!
It tastes amazing!
It lies in a puddle,
Big and pink
Certainly, it is a pig;
Ирина Стародубцева 3 21.07.2017 06:36 • Заявить о нарушении