четверг, 25 октября 2007 г.

Daybreak



At least the smell of morning coffee pushes you from the feathers,
High time to get up ...

The air is filled with magnificent bird singing,
Would you like to take a moment linger, but duty calls ...

And ... the birds sing not just the same ...

It is time
Tired, but with frohem heart do you on the way ...


(C) by B.D.

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