Gymnastics! Your arts
Colored with the passion of love winner;
Her Lord took out of the thick of the star,
In the twine stretched, whispered:
- Create! –
And Time rolled wheel
At the Olympic benevolent planet
And it was braided from the braids of the tape.,
Of them arranging a rustling dream.
Lazy people were waving them around.,
Threw with shouts:
– Fly! –
That the sky was full of confetti,
The festive fireworks flashing name.
Even the strata of the plasma akin,
Whether it's a flask or a Polar Circle,
Shining pillar above the moonlit glade,
St. Elmo's dim lights.
Gymnasts winner - that native mother,
That loving older sister;
Taught them with ribbons whirl,
Ride with the ball, with the Mace to fly.
Yes and walk them has commanded so,
Elastic, firmly, flexibly setting foot,
To hall from tears was exhausted in the end,
Encountering a storm strikiny step.
Twisted in a spiral strips quick
Lazy people are not lazy at all,
But avoid umbrellas, benches, willow trees
All whirl in the course of winters and years,
And bend quickly, and dance to the heart's content,
And stop them, worse than death:
It is not to fall off the flying belt!
Ah, just had the tape, the tape does not fall off!
Gymnasts are so graceful and slim,
So indifferent, unwillingly beautiful,
That the fools, crowding along the track,
They introduced themselves as Sylphides.
But the girls do not have a fan,
It would be the Persian carpet pile,
To wrap up with crawler force
In a lace of ribbon, like a Mullah in a turban.
Here stood, head bowed,
Frightened by the ugliness of the world –
And in thunder wind took refuge nice
Sad violin thin motive.
He pupated into the night whirl
To the last final worship,
Suddenly from the cocoon to the blinding ceiling
Orange butterfly fly.
Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.