And in the afternoon, shining flames!
Warm up your people!
Cheer up the evenings
And do not forget to return, during!
Stranger
The girl in love with the movement.
Girl with speed on “Thou”…
Girl inspired.
Not bright, cute beauty.
Gave me a smile at the meeting
How to give people the beauty of flowers?
And I saw her sharper,
In that smile, your features.
In the eyes of sparkle, femininity tender,
Like the glare of sunlight,
Shimmered before in the waters,
In the pools ow of eyes now.
And lips, flower poppy,
On the stem of the mill thin,
A petal burned in a smile
And in laughter he gave a bell.
And in the ashes with gold hair
He burned down and wilted.
And then her voice spilled,
As if suddenly the spring started to sing.
She told me: – Movement
And the speed with speed I love!
And I catch, only that moment,
And fiddling imagination.
And our conversation flew on the wings,
On the speeds of motion beauty.
What used to be sung in bigly,
Space sees the height.
And Speed, arguing with the girl in flight,
Her up to blue height lifted,
She told me: – There is something in it,
She could fly, becoming a pilot.
But the voice of stupid speed, not hearing,
I am fascinated by the beauty of maiden,
What raised us higher and higher
Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.
The space parted before us.
Imagination suffered ship.
And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,
Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.
Suddenly the stars turned into a day.
The ship bus became usual.
Noisy behind the glass of trees canopy.
And I called the movement of the heart.
But all in vain. We sailed to the city,
