I am swimming, looking at the bottom, seeing gilt sand, seldom graceful grass. Water warms up like fresh milk, supporting, looking like the filter's light green glass. Shallow waves don't splash the river's surface. Bottom's waves of sand and land look like mountain ranges by the desert's surveys. I'm a plane. My flight is bliss and luck. | 
Положение о Клубе
Сделать стартовой
