Wondrous eyes so clean,
In curls deceptiveness movements.
Sadness artist dropped shadow
Timidly fades from the canvas.
Outside the window softly melts evening
Room transparent and empty.
On chestnuts blaze candles.
Sadness, crying at the artist canvas.
"There is no such palette in the universe" -
Whispered suddenly his mouth -
"The image of thy truth, incorruptible,
Not fit in the canvas callousness. "
Night came, silent and diligent,
Preserving the peace and quiet.
Sadness artist recalls fondly,
Wondrous eyes so deep ...
Their uspokoŠnnost and bliss.
Can only be under the sun it?
Wondrous eyes so clean ...
And elusive perfection.
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