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Flowing from the tip of the ink pen,

on the white square, in time with the music dancing,

crazy thoughts, and ... my hand waltzes,

and syllable by word, with rhyme,

exults and streams.

In a beautiful dance - the feather striving,

telling you about the words of the lines:

about a sweet face, greed in the lips,

that in your mischievous eyes sparkles.

That in the happiness of dancing again and, from your smile,

pearl rays, frolic on the teeth;

The hem flutters and the hand ...

all thoughts, word reflects,

flowing from the tip of the coveted feather.

Flowing from the tip of the ink pen,

paint curls on paper,

Rejoicing, dancing in the headbands,

beautiful syllable of love displaying;

Rushing in a whirlwind and circling

displays in orderly rows

Waltz gentle sounds

and soul ...

sings, frolics and plays.

And again,

draining from the tip of the sliding pen

seek thoughts

like a noisy-turbulent river

love

feelings indulging.