Earth is the place for my love,— I don't know where I would like it better. And I want to climb a birch tree Along the black branches of the white trunk Everything is higher to the sky — up to that limit, When she puts me down. It's great to leave and come back. And in general , there are classes Worse than riding on birches.💜
I don't know where I would like it better.
And I want to climb a birch tree
Along the black branches of the white trunk
Everything is higher to the sky — up to that limit,
When she puts me down.
It's great to leave and come back.
And in general , there are classes
Worse than riding on birches.💜