Beauty Model

Marshak S.Ya.

It goes in all its glory -
It's as bright as the night of her country.
The depths of heaven and the stars are all
In her eyes are imprisoned.
Like the sun in the morning dew,
But only with gloom are softened.
Add a ray or a shadow to take away -
And it will not be at all the same
Hair is an agate strand,
Not those eyes that are not obsolete
And the forehead, where the thoughts seal
so impeccable, so pure.
And this look, and color bark,
And a light laugh, like a splash of the sea, -
Everything in it talks about the world.
She is in peace of mind.
And if happiness gives,
That most generous hand.