Behind the clouds, where the sun is bright,
So blazing, that it turns the blind to seer,
You can find at least your lively smile,
It'll make you happier and things will grow clear.
Among the spring, so sparkling with delight
You will observe yourself completely happy,
As Sun is giving you a wanton smile,
As a gift for undergoing winter.
the Simle of Sun
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2015
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