The House of His Dreams
He house itself was built... put him in his dreams,
A garden planted near the house... and the currant bushes, and flowers.
Was at the house where the lawn... with a living room straight out ...
The living room had a fireplace... in front of the window...
From the vine wicker rocking... rocking,
Found it in the rain sat Smoking...
And on the lawn children's world...... a swing for the baby slide ...
And next to the slide on the bench... made of stone... a woman with a child
And the master gave a smile... frozen in stone all the features
What he loved... like they were waiting for... him... off the cards
And called... to go out...
Murmuring there's a fun stream, the house falling in a lake,
Gazebo... for the Princess to its track... from rock to it twisted...
Path to the house in the grapes all buried with two sides
And the roses were also in the garden... and lots of blackberries in it
But in the nursery in the nursery... the desolation... he house of designer folded,
Were soft toys, that's just... in the nursery that no one lived...
Rarely was out of the lawn, longer on the bench he was sitting,
As if the face in the stone came to life when long he looked at them...
And pouring coffee mug, he sat there under the sound of the stream,
The rippling stream... living water running... mount taking...
I like that in a house that came was like may, the garden was full of colour,
The owner of the call not answered my... warm... I on the lawn, swing, wait...
Them on the bench... had three frozen in stone their traits...
Only...
Not cold coffee...
Was holding it...
And my daughter was next to him...
21.03.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115032104865
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