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Celebration of the holy day today,

And tomorrow will be clear again.

We can see the Sun in the sky, and know

We’ll have been to see one again tomorrow.

Where begins this life, its indication.

When with me begins communication, —

Ask myself. And when beginner letter,

First time is written on my planet?

I don’t know. But I can ask of the Sun

When did it arise in the sky? And

Behind the stars it is leaving

At some time follows so reddening.

At some time in the sky it is too dark,

When goes the Sun in evening back.

Because it must be everywhere

Where are waiting people with holy will.

Welcome my Sun every time,

And spill the light on every one.

I do know, you can make all people

More fine and sincere.

Good it is when you are in the sky

You don’t sleep at any time

And never I’ll say “good bye”!

I see it is the only day today,

When can I do another will.

I make some time together

With the Sun a little warmer weather.

I think it is very good, when one

Has many friends, but prefer the Sun.

I don’t know where is the man

Who understands where the Sun does run.

Remember anybody, soon

They will be opening with moon

Their secret. Answer they with pleasure

To the question of the people and my star-gazing.

When did you go to little find?

I’ll be very glad to see in the night.

Where have you the bed and house,

Behind the planet does live my Sun?

I know so many stars

Live in the dark sky and away run

Early in the morning. Where are they going

To sleep and where are the rest moving.

I see in the sky so much light,

And see it’s their light flat, —

There is nothing from skyscrapers.

I thank a lot, my dear friends,

I feel your help every day.

I cannot see you in the space,

But do know, – each has a good face.

I think you must be very much in need

While does live here the holy man. All people

Believe in fineness, when go you

To help, but don’t they know who is who.

I’m so much sorry, my dear friends,

You help me ever in life mine, – thanks!

Where did you go from my planet,

When I want you give more help with merit.

My little friends, I know a lot,

Where on earth all is fine, and short

The road. When does the peace prevail

And you keep singing the song of mountain?

It’s beautiful this song, and never

I did hear on earth any better.

I dream with the song, but where are the mountains, —

I want to see them and spell my troubles.

Then we together shall leave.

And will the troubles never be in meeting, —

Good bye! I want to be very happy.

Sometimes I hear the sky, and see

What answer it gives about me.

Who does answer? Maybe it is the friends,

Or maybe it is my thought gazer?

I don’t know, but I must

Begin in time to have thoughts only positive.

If they are kind and fine, these letters

I’m very glad to receive them. Better

Preserve these questions from bad thoughts.

And all will be right, when you forget

The troubles, and the evil diddle, —

You have been happy! Need is for all people

Beautiful and far better life.

And always they happiness find

In the Heaven. And very glad be then,

Who find in the sky a secret theme.

Who understands, what will answer sky,

They so much believe and are fine.

They must be better than others,

Who don’t understand anything. The Mother

And father mine – you, dear Sky,

I’m daughter yours, and know —

You love me very much at all times.

I know light is very good for people.

But don’t know they, when begins the simple

Shining on the earth. And don’t know when

Arrives the first ray for helping them.

Where is it going – a little simple ray,

Which is born and grows in clear sky.

They so much were spilling down,

And for ever they have been appearing.

I know, you love so much the dear earth

And want to help it at all times.

Around the planet you keep bright and full of hope:

Some time all people wade the dark rout.

You tell them every day about light,

But they don’t understand what you say. A pity what!

You sky don’t yell in their ears,

But maybe they don’t want to hear?

Believe I, you must be together

With people, and to make for them the weather

More beautiful and likable for ever

As long as you can do. Facing the darkness

Is very much threatening to us,

But are not afraid we. Only nice

I know will be on the earth for us!

I’m very glad, when see in the sky

The reddening Sun. Then all feelings mine

Arise higher, than what they are

When falls night. The Sun does

Awake me in the morning, I open the window

And say at once the words: I need you!

Where were you in the evening, I can’t you find

In the blinking sky, what do you do at night?

Welcome to the sky early in the morning, —

I like to see you. All my thinking

I address to you, and know I, —

You come from behind dark night.

I want to see you every day.

The weather been all right when then

Be able to see and feel Sun.

The earth be fine, and one

Will keep all kind and blue rays

Which are going on the waiting place.

I don’t know, what weather better

For dear earth is? And one letter

I write to sky, and ask I then, —

When is the better our planet? Am

I very glad to see life-sun system!

Believe I every time is nice,

But do not every day see best.

Where is this place, when can see I

The beautiful and clear sky?

I can wait for a lot of time,

When go and live on the earth mine.

I am meeting everywhere the day

With hope: now must be fair.

If there is life, must live it in hope,

And never lose I the bright dream and thoughts.

It helps me so much in my life,

I’m thankful, – they are very fine.

Believe I in you, clear dear sky,

I know, only you can my

Thoughts carry away from here, —

I need them, am happy and hope fully eager.

Sometimes you answer me at once

And promise life the best. The wings

Abandon me, – now is going the time,

A lot of troubles don’t let me find.

I must believe all the time,

Keep hope only in the sky, —

Sun shining giving fortune nice!

It’s raining now… Tell me weather

About drops, their secret glare.

Who understand my dream and thought,

When I can’t myself understand.

Of the time, when comes the rainy weather,

And raindrops fall on the earth so much,

I think, why does weep the sky, and what

It wants me to say about its grief?

Troubles causing who is? Maybe man,

Who lives here and doesn’t know their

Place planet is? When will they know

About the time which does go. Let follow

After rain the shine, is asking everyone.

What for he wasted so much time?

The sky and earth are friends! What answer you?

Maybe you think, rainbow can’t find who

Is here rakish, wicked? Most of all

Sky makes him growl, often the toll

Don’t hear from a cry they. So much

I wept with the sky, and don’t know what

Kept me so beautiful in rain or shine

And held my feelings only fine.

Believe I, teardrop for me any more hasn’t sky!

I don’t know what I’ll write today,

But know, – it must be composed very well.

And must bring of happiness the feeling.

Today the Sun I can’t see while it is raining from the sky.

Was raining yesterday, and is raining now,

Tomorrow maybe the rain won’t leave the day our.

It wants to make every thing more clean and one

Can do this work by water. Everyone

Will see in the morning now, in so much time

How great work had the rainy weather done.

They just believe how clever is the weather

And the feeling will follow whether

Will be or will not to be there the Sun in sky, —

It must be there always. But time to time

We need other sights as well

Which bring for us more likeable feelings.

The nice and fine people are living everywhere

And have been growing from raindrops,

The beautiful and thankful words, —

I want about that to write. But little know.

Or maybe better, if I learn,

I can write words a few million.

But heart says to write about the sky short spoken.

Beginning of time about I never think

What does it mean one word to dree.

Why must I dree my weird, and why

I must be living so sad a life?

Behind I do not want to see,

But the future what is presenting me?

I do not know. Let me live

And say to the troubles mine: “good bye!”

I can be very patient, when

Come grief and misery, also troubles with them.

But I am tired, – always to wait

And ask the sky: when will leave me the night?

When the Sun for me at noon will shine,

And morning star bring the time nice?

I very much need beautiful advice, —

So rarely get it. How pretentious life is,

Had pretended – doesn’t hear me, nor see,

And doesn’t want to know about troubles around me.

I’ll call you, life, give the look one

Myself shall have presented some

Of the wonderful and thankful words —

About your gifts. First of the old

Forgotten word to dree, of course!

Disturbance of my feelings, but why

I don’t understand why can’t I fly.

Where are wings mine, when wing-beat I do

And fly high above the earth. Who

Can flap together with me by its wings

And would fly to the Sun with me.

Is it the man on the earth or may be not?

He stays in the sky and sees from there? Short

Is life! Or maybe I’ll be meeting in next life

My love, and love-child born for happiness ours.

Or maybe next life there isn’t for me

And hope I let there never be

Execution. How many are the old,

I can wait for them? I think such a lot.

And never, I never say

Then will be coming the holy day,

How many times I live and see that one

Was sometimes nice, or dark, or fine.

Following what will be? Is it surprising?

What color is it, and who is painting?

I hope never there will be dark colors

For me, and other people dear ones.

I want to see the picture only of star plus!

Good morning, day, it’s nice to meet you.

What did you say about a smile? And who

Must smile? All people? Very much?

Who wants to get gifts in days these? Catch

Perhaps they will be falling, if you smile

And never be you gloomy and dismal.

I understand so difficult is to be nice,

When life is very sad, and burden mine

To pull down. How can I stand right,

When stands around me the black midnight.

Where is a ray of light, I’m looking for one,

But no hope already to find.

Midnight has so many shining stars

And every one makes a present light.

Look at the sky, be all eyes

And you will see the eye-catcher, for us

Are shining all the stars and is reddening the Sun.

How many gifts has the sky to hearten:

Heartfelt light is going everywhere,

Where is waiting one. Somebody wailful

Make a present to the sky – a tender smile,

Then space will spill so much of light.

To the smile it will answer every time!

How many words are negative,

Are plural and infinitive.

But so few words mean fine,

And we can see their clear shine.

Establishment has everyone

But where is the first born? In the night

Were born dark words. And morning star

Is the mother of shining words. Too far

Were born they, but look about – and face

They live together. What is the case

Where are living they? – It is the man

Whose lingual slang is bad. They

Talking are so fell now.

Are often they forgetting how

Must speak. Somebody else does know

Lot of beautiful words. Make show

With letters and with words, but why?

Establishment must be all fine.

And every phrase will be so fine writing

And every sentence will be shining.

Who’ll have cleansed his and have forbidden

Himself to spell bad ones. So needful

Is to establish wonderful words for people.

Perhaps be there night in heart mine? What