CHARITY SUMMER

< Inna Spring



Raised the wings came summer -
Fuzzy, blurry, almost in silhouette.

Summers past lives in itself embodied,
Stories of poetry and other prospects.

Charu live set of watercolors,
Flying, ahead of second swing.

Flying curtains, lightest flags,
Your covering the exposed flanks.

Blood flow through the veins, roots Paperback -
And the hands cross and wanted - vrazlёt

. What is more reliable ... you are at home and in the chair ...
But something sighs softly ohnet and crack.

And the drops of sweat stood out ... and see ... blood ...
As of summer berries - earthly love.