I know that sometime later ...
In a hundred years, maybe three hundred
My soul is born cornflower,
No ... let chamomile field will be born ...
Get drunk with light infinite relish,
Rosa will be the dawn wash,
With strollers wind dance waltzes
And with plenty of butterflies kissing ...
Razor-girl picks a flower
Hoping to find out what would happen next ...
And my very last petal
Whisper to her: no doubt, love ...
@ Olga Uglanova
Bondarev Yan, a young Muscovite, beloved wife and mother of two happy
charming twins. Free from worries devotes his time
uvlecheniyu- macrophotography.
Yana Bondareva
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