Clouds- a white miracle
Clouds - such a strange creature,
That smile in them I see the eyes ...
assigning unexpected bye -
thunderstorm appears between them ...
How do you want to touch his hand
until fluffy, snow-white beard,
that flying is so much fun over the earth ...
Out of her anger and anxiety, no trouble.
I call the clouds a white miracle,
After all, they are always so different,
Appear, from no one knows where,
Imperceptibly disappearing, into nowhere ...
All day they circled over the city,
And when the moon shone in the sky, The
clouds suddenly closed a part of it ...
And it seemed that the month fell into a cloud ...
