Dawn flow of light
Surged through the window
Steamed with a warm wind,
With azure at the same time
And without disturbing the paint,
Painted my world
In stripes of blue and red,
Giving fun for the future,
Giving a cheerful splash
Let without seven colors,
Let this painting be brief
Lovely scraps,
But the room suddenly became
It looks like an alcove,
Where there is no boredom.,
Where love reigns.
And let all only vision,
A short Mirage,
But a moment of surprise
The world still paints ours.
Dawn flow of light
© Copyright: Инна Максимовна Логинова, 2020
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