Palavra-chave №52838

In the forest on a dewy meadow
******* meets the sun.
In the silence her voice of glass
Sounds like a question and answer.

the memory of a summer dawn
I'm in a city with a carry.
Let me in the winter about the summer
let me Remind you ******* in the woods.

I Remember the camp tents
On the edge of the forest
And the bird played hide-and-seek
In the morning mist with me.

Marshak, Samuel