I remembered that I dreamed of the sea.

The water became clear and warm

And I couldn't hold back my tears.

Uh-you! I RESTED at night!

my tear has not dried yet,

I didn't have time to fully wake up

How again, O God, are Your miracles:

Your butterfly touched my hand.

Sitting on the arm. And not very small,

Not gray, but soft yellow-white.

He was probably looking for the world

And, suddenly, it flew to my nose. Brave!

It tickles! I couldn't stop laughing.

I'm laughing, at least, wonderful, nothing else.

The day was successful! That's how I live now

I laugh and cry with miracles.

Sit down, please, one more time, butterfly.

I'll take a picture of you once

To believe someone smog

That you are not a fiction, my friend.

And if you meet an ego - do not kill!

Look, admire, but do not touch.

Maybe this is a fairy tale come true

And a little greeting from God.

30.08.2020.

I put a point, looked out the window, and there in the sky - PINK clouds!

A new miracle! Thank you! But this is already the beginning of a new verse...

And God is a witness that I did not make anything up.