Jealous Of Impressions. By Anna Polibina Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

You must be jealous of my collection of fresh remembrances. But the summery dusk is on, and I keep the best catering of choices here. They daily foster me, and I have little to add. My invincible ardently black breed and snowy porcelaine skin make their ultimate, crucial wonders. Sensations cime up, convenient words fail me. A plain morning coffee with the most recent episode. It is mean to call links, episodes, but it is firmly justified by circumstances. The episodes are so articulately bright and unforgettable that I consider the entire spell to be happiness at its peak. Do not loose the time; I wish youvthe same acuteness.