See - I approached.
bent arm.
lip hairs.
whispering over them, they,
“Fleytochkoy” called one,
“cloudless” - other,
third - radiance unknown
some
just
I am doing behalf.
Ascension Mayakovsky
I am the poet himself. children learn:
“The sun rises over a feather grass”.
With love the bed because of His beloved head hairs.