Good Morning
The sun slyly peeped in,
In the room where the Kingdom of sleep,
Quietly the walls winked,
And let's play the wave.
Ray jumps on the walls,
Highlights tenderly flutter,
On eyelashes, hair,
And suddenly gleam with joy.
Morning came furiously
In battle with the wrong dream.
The sun warmed me,
The air was fresh.
And the dream receded reluctantly,
Admitting defeat again,
And our morning burst into the house,
Which is hard to ignore.
Good morning, dear friends,
Good morning, dear neighbors,
How nice it is at home with us,
How good it is without tragedy.
I'll smile on my balcony
Summer sun, sweet day,
Birds singing on the morning background,
And I'll press my lips to the Cup of coffee.
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