To A. J
Лика Гай
The gentle breeze
Will touch your hair -
It is her tender hands.
The leaves will whisper
Hardly heard -
It Is her sigh.
The rising sun
Will bless you -
It is her prayer.
The bird will trill -
It is her "Hi"
To You.
© Copyright:
Лика Гай
, 2011
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