She always goes in English,
Only in Hall penetrate the shadows titles.
Me something in her subtly close
Unspeakably, secretly, but not tricky ...
Serious look and mischievous spark.
Quite a step panthers, deer sensitivity.
It moonlight, mysterious and pure
Stirs the radiance of the mysteries, but not beckons ...
Riddle stars - Earth's gravity.
After all, I like the sun - I heat, burning ...
But so pleasant current without voltage,
The play of light - walking on the edge of the sky ...
Greet each other from afar,
And briefly sometimes converge.
But know your way, between north and south,
To all the world, and come back again.
@ Paul Corday 29.10.2011
Photographer Andrey Razumovsky
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