Author's miniature "On pink asphalt" 10/15

Author's miniature oil " on pink asphalt"
"The storm came-suddenly, as always,
Lightning flashed through the rose bushes,
The silent flowers bowed their heads -
A solemn and silent beauty.

The flow of water picked up the petals,
Becoming part of the bright pink river,
The asphalt was drowning in the most delicate aroma.
The storm is over and the sunset is pink
He cast an admiring glance at the ground,
Where night was sleeping on the pavement pink." V. Ivanov

Give joy to yourself and your family!