I like
8 ноября 2021 г., 21:39
I like the sunshine - warm and healing,
I like the road wich further leads,
I like the spring-new happy feeling,
I like the apple-blossom streets.
I like to stay awake at midnight
When silence falls on empty room.
I like to dream in silver starlight
And watch the beauty of the moon.
I like red roses - fresh and chilly,
I like to grow the plants from seeds.
And I confess, though this is silly,
Prefer the spice to sweets.
And what I hate is washing dishes,
I hate to make the debts, to wait.
I hate to bury hopes and wishes,
To hurry up and still be late.
So many things, some grim, some witty
They make our life diverse and bright.
And that's what make the world so pretty
Not grey, not black, not white.
