Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 39

A barefoot girl bathing in flowers! The pungent smell of clover tickled her nostrils. Ah, merry deeds, when would I suffer so! I would pick flowers with you, girl! I’d swim in the gorge where I’ve been trampling lilies lately. I’d also forget my bravado and make you a wreath of flowers! I’ll also make you happy with a bouquet of flowers! If you remember me, of course, without grief. And I’m so happy that I can’t breathe, I’m so funny. With you, girl, in love and in flowers I bathe. I’m going crazy, but I’ll never forget the happy times. When I met you last summer, Witch – my darling!