*на этом месте должно быть мудрое пафосное изречение* а фигушки))
Can you feel life it

When you go along the street
With late autumn has met
Fresh air,
Pure air,
clears your mind,
white snow,
fluffy snow,
Lay down on yellow-red leaves from behind

You start to understand
Stop time to pretend
That there is no perfectly that you see
Only pure thoughts actually visit me

@темы: Ванильный©