The roar of the waves, light breeze in hair, poppies, fields of blooming poppies around, old wooden bridge leading to the sea.
– Let’s take a sit?
Hand in hand, heart to heart, two are looking in the same direction.
– Let’s get old together?
The whisper of the waves. The ring goes from his pocket on her finger…
Two have been still looking in the same direction – at their pretty baby girl. And they go all the way hand in hand, heart to heart.
– Evgenia, Moscow