Рецензия на «Солнечный День» (Яна Щербина)
Sometimes twilight are in your soul, And you so hate the whole world. We all are feeling weakness, blight, White day is darker than black night. But sun will come out of cloud And will give ray. It will – no doubt! Sun will melt ice, it will warm souls, Much better will become these all. All will be simple and be plain, The smiles will be – and it’s main! Кирилл Ивницкий 20.05.2018 14:25 • Заявить о нарушении
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