Aroma heady windy Mimosa In the morning I will Wake up. And the heady bouquet I Wink at the sun and dispel the dreams. These splashes of yellow smile in response.
Like hundreds of bunnies Sunny, fluffy, my arms will rush, freshness of breath. And from these sparks, cute and radiant Again in the spring will be filled and my soul. Svetlana Burashnikova