Carpet

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/ The bright memory of my stepfather -

From his poetic heritage /

It was spread by a friendly summer

UMMOURD LUGS carpet,

Where are woven by sunlight

Patterns from different colors.

Here flock butterflies flutter,

Dragonflies lead a round dance,

Moths are resting in flowers

And the grasshopper sings songs.

Everything smells - already fragrance

And the head is circling with a hop.

Behind the bribe bee labor

Flies to these patterns.

Reford. The soul is resting.

There is no place for despondency.

Probably collected here

For the most beloved bouquet.

The breeze will sweep the breeze

Caring, delicate hand,

And the summer night is washing

Cool, transparent dew.

I wandered a lot around the world

Mercilessly circled the paths.

Believe me

And magical summer

That you can’t find more beautiful than the carpet.