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The play for four,
The stage so colourful,
Each of actor on its own,
Plays its wonderful role.

The first actor,
Dances its coloured dance,
Wrapping the world in tints,
of yellow and greens.

The second act,
Belongs to spirited actor in act,
Stretching his sandy brownish wings,
Over sweaty bodies,
Smelling with desire and fragrances.

Now, comes the third in queue,
Freaky, with the smile most colourful,
Frivolously strawing the paints,
And paints that painty paints.

There is not much left,
For the last actor in act,
Tint of whites,
Sprinkled with drops of sapphires,
For frozen lakes and riversides.

Who are these actors,
Dancing lightly,
Round sparkling colours,
Mixed on the pallete of solitary painter?

The solution is so pure.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter.
It´s sure.

© Alena Orsulova, November 2009