Little Red Wagon Cake

6iyunya

I walk barefoot on the parquet.
All will be forgotten:
Hot Summer,
Pooh, flying always over the world,
Dust assigned to the line,
turned into gold.

Thoughts
reason, yearn for the cold.
chin pressed to shoulder.
I'm on slippers often grumbling,
And they run away from me.

A parquet such a warm, worn

There are so many seas studied
and deserts, and animals
and braid
Perilivy and lines
None zakaryuchiny
heels should not be afraid of splinters.
Sneakers let escape.
Let them invisible dog chews.

so nice to walk on the parquet,

recalling about summer.
her boyfriend,
Dance at the summer ball
Come on, if the boss!