Harmony
The skies of tomorrow are the god's shields. But look at there! In the
westerners! The bees enlisted. A sparrow tonight began resistance, time to
follow them riding turtles back and with a cherry leaf we are armed! He builds
each moment the house of big rain and turns on the candle of humble and cuts
the bread of frightened, day the day. You pull the rope of bell in order to send
the pigeons above the house of the humble. You leave the children to pass you
flowers in the hands.
A sprig flower will blossom. Prepare the psalm of brotherhood to soothe .. Our
mother with the white apron staring at the wooden iconostasis satisfied and
illuminates the candle Lighthouse. We are a child, a child in the middle of
spring. Evenings angels wander among the sheaves and orange with ancient
columns undress and swim in the creek laughing ..
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