Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 18

I can’t describe the beauty. And the fragrance of those very roses! I see that there are no words, and there is no need. I have a picture in my head, I have seen it only once. Moreover, I am very pleased and not without rapture! I want to enjoy and admire these roses for a very long time. These beautiful roses of mine.