Farewell to spring
field for settlement no longer has this wonderful, winter garments, covering the Las wrotyczowy Lilipuciego King.
There is also brown appearance of mourning, when the White King drove a strange spring, cruel and sublime, which fell suddenly, like a black crow and stung to death a white eagle.
On the field there is almost absolutely green magician, earning the kingdom descended from the bottom. Las
Zeschły gradually immersed to his waist, here and there on the shoulders of green shoots. Additionally, it is cornered by a green birch, like ... a hint of the grove surrounding the jar.
Wide diminutive road turned into a muddy Wykrot, followed by Gulliver - a pensioner, treading carefully, can pass among the green changing of the guard - to kanałku. His dusty mirror as the personification of allergies, wrinkled, like the face zapłakanej old woman who, in the water, she lost everything.
gradually approaching the green, soothing the soul singing of the Polish bird who likes to walk the walk. Now I got home and enjoy the heart of his better half fertile.
What does he know!
Or maybe he is smarter than us?
rozumkiem its not the same, but the reason Him who has created for our comfort.
even harder times are coming? This is the future. And the future before it has not become, a devilish thing. Our task is Present and Eternity. Let's practice at the moment, the NOW sensitivity to the beauty of these kwileń not to kill the sensitivity to the beauty of truth.
Blessed George, pray for us!
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The text was originally on my blog on Frondzie
http://fronda.pl/krisr/blog/
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