Good morning!


Slumbered gold stars,
Trembled mirror backwater,
Glimmer of light on the river backwaters
And rosy mesh sky.

He smiled at the sleepy birches,
Disheveled silk braids.
Rustle green earrings,
And burn silver dew.

At the fence overgrown with nettles
Obryadylas striking pearl
AND, rocking, whispers mischievously:
"Good morning!»
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