Сегодня у нас снова была встреча с Кристофером Мерриллом. Но эта была как-то короче и более вялая с нашей стороны. Я долго писала своё стихотворение и не успела зачитать v_v
I looked for a while at the evening lake,
Inhaled for a while sleepy air;
The scenery looked as a tastiest cake,
And water was shiny and fair.
Celestial lemon fell down on it
And bruised with juciest light -
Like crannied icing, the water was bright;
The faces of lookers were lit.
They thought they were pale,
And the tour was a fail,
But evening lake revealed:
Fidgety minds were healed.