The dandelions have faded,
What to do, they fly away...
Where is the tender Paradise, the edge of the earth,
Where childhood, love comes to life?
So we don't oversleep again,
Into the woods to gather wild strawberries,
Red berries baskets to collect,
Along the path of sunlight.
The bells are ringing,
Forget-me-nots open your eyes,-
Mothers have a kind and affectionate look,
Dandelions fly away...
Again time to watch the owl,
Dandelions will be blown away...
Only the memory of childhood is alive,
And it never gets old.
How to keep
recommend dry cleaning, in operation strong enough, but still be aware that polymer clay is not a metal, if for example, you step on a pin, it will break, use only as directed.