Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 27

As a barefoot girl, I ran happily. I didn’t notice the puddles of summer! It’s great to run in the rain. I was soaked to the skin and I screamed loudly! And with the drops on my body, it’s slowly recognizing me. The rain will hug me – so sweet. And I want to kiss my beloved one more time… As a barefoot girl, I ran happily.