sunday morning - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car For this is Sunday morning,
Fate's great bazaar;

Complacencies of the peignoir, and
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a
Upon a rug mingle to