What were we doing with you yesterday?
Sunshine, it's your gymnastics!
Our leaf folds in triple square
By mental delicate plastic.
Flexible handles and legs as well.
There is no avid dullness.
Out of my heart a knife flew away,
Put in by pseudo-crassness.
Inclination to figure show,
Correct Primordiality,
clears an eye from the lips and fools
Oiled as with turpentine on them.
This breath is dream that is unrestrained,
It's the Ascension cloud.
And my happiness of this day
Pours to this verse out.
Gymnastics
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2018
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