Childhood is here again.
You are riding
A white horse.
Everything reeks of sweet and fresh frit and flowers.
It is August, and the nature
Reveals its beauty and generosity.
You walk into a new town,
And your childish face is happy.
You are jubilant,
You are full of joy.
A moment of freedom,
A moment of victory,
A moment of celebration...
The Sun follows your every step
On the road to glory and inspiration.
You have the privilege of telling the truth
And creating new ideas.
The Sun is your friend,
Your celestial partner,
And when you sing,
Its golden notes fill the air.
The Sun
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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