When sending roses

God looked otveka crafty
These sultry flowers.
Their age-old poison
Breathe and revel in you.

With their passionate, their laziness istomnoy
In the twilight of your mladye
And flames and a flattering shade
Enter my dreams.

Inevitable and mighty,
And without appointments, and without meeting,
They you out of the stifling clouds
Lightning will burn alive.

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