They
are sweet
as berries.
Mysterious as the unknown land.
Hot as sand warmed by the sun.
What will happen tomorrow?
All the air vibrates with the spirit of adventure waiting. Even in dreams, when you are climbing through the window you can feel the night time wind and you can hear birds singing, it is different – it is sinful and mystical…
And the smell ... the new morning freshness, cut grass and lime blossom aromas ...
Bees carry honey. Everybody seems to be doing something.
You sit on the bike and go to the lake for swimming.
It smells like summer ... love is for everything.
Mysterious as the unknown land.
Hot as sand warmed by the sun.
What will happen tomorrow?
All the air vibrates with the spirit of adventure waiting. Even in dreams, when you are climbing through the window you can feel the night time wind and you can hear birds singing, it is different – it is sinful and mystical…
And the smell ... the new morning freshness, cut grass and lime blossom aromas ...
Bees carry honey. Everybody seems to be doing something.
You sit on the bike and go to the lake for swimming.
It smells like summer ... love is for everything.
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