the forest exhales the grace of Godthe peppermint flies, the railway high
a lazy stroll `midst faraway roar
I`m happy though it`s hard
the things will straighten up at last
the things will straighten up
I know that life`s not light of late
but I can still kick the cones below
and spread some joy, so help me God
Thy Will Be Done
however hard
the crickets conduct a stereo attack
a man teaches his son to swim
my father wants for me out there
it`s real life of lake
26/7/12 (Szarcz, Pszczew)
