FOREST
went to the forest and the door closed,
is that nothing I can never get away from here.
morning mist slipped his hand in the pocket,
the singing so captivated me.
mchowym Walking the beautiful carpet,
morning soaking his senses,
sincerely admire the breath of God,
memorizing every detail of it.
green fern is an umbrella,
shadow raczącym little gnome.
spider struggled with his characteristic,
busily its network with enthusiasm payout.
There The Blue butterfly perched on a flower,
here rang bumblebee buzzing sound,
with the current stream on his boat,
ant comes from the captain's charm.
The sound of the forest treats delight,
which attract birds trill melody,
elves in the air briskly harcują,
and unless they play hide and seek.
Sarenka rather by the stream jumping,
mink and badger the nose swings.
gray birch leaf where dew weeps
drop of dew in a lovely moment.
sun beam its magic,
tickles creating space in her shadows,
note tone is seductive,
the magic harp sending us their sound.
love you forest, the partial creation
and do not want to go back to reality.
good for me here in the shadow of your shadow,
opera in forest diversity.
(Sad Clown)
Morrissey-First Of The Gang To Die
Morrissey-First Of The Gang To Die 
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