There was I down the street without hurrying,
Birds different sing around,
Thoughts good come to me to mind,
There is a wish to lay down on a grass and to think,
To dream of what was would like by me,
Soon to receive without problems,
There are I on the wood and understand,
That here I won't be able to lie,
It was necessary to pass some more meters,
And, having come out of the wood, I will see a grass,
That on which wanted to lie.
Dreams
© Copyright: Константин Андреевич Квейкин, 2013
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