Читать книгу Сага о гиацинтах. Книга 1 - Сара Шлезингер - Страница 43
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With light ether, the dream of Sleep is drunk, no words of play and terrible phrases are needed, let honey pour on sweet lips with the prayerful light of happiness. The sigh of the night wind falls asleep on the chest, whispering empty and sweet reconciliations. The dizzying balsam of hyacinth garden flowers fills the secret pitcher of foreboding, bestowing a taste of exquisite pleasure.
