@tdkkzfx
The golden stars have dozed off,
The mirror of the backwater has trembled,
The light is dawning on the river backwaters
And blushing the grid of the sky.
The sleepy birches have smiled,
Their silken braids have tousled.
The green earrings rustle,
And the silver dews are shining.
The nettles overgrown by the wattle fence
Dressed themselves in bright mother-of-pearl
And, swaying, whisper playfully:
"Good morning!"
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction