House is sold.

Selling a building
The city is shrinking with moisture.The trees absorb noise and make silence.But here this silence is alive, it sounds: the breath of the morning cloud, the touch of the sun to the crystal rose, the notes of the babysitters of the summer.The time gets a completely different form and content: the unfathomable moment becomes a blessed eternity.Every time has its own charms.The frozen summer is hiding from the palm sun into a pleasant verbo darkness.From the ocean the green breathe.The warm mirror of the lake drops into the depths of the sky.The autumn of the bagged November is filled with a visible end.The garden is carefully gifted with apples and grapes, slices and corns.The last rays of the grandmother's summer sun are crystallized in the honey burst.We start counting days before the New Year.The first snow is always off.The winter is like a story.The snowed trees shrink and look like Christmas.Snowflakes throughout the winter monitor the norm of snow.The coming of spring heat marks the beginning of a new life.The green is blurry with a smell and loves the eye with a color.The flowering period of the charming cave again encloses the garden: the visible circle is converted into a wild.Among the fruit garden on the shore of the lake, like a gallon, his windows were pushed by the house: it is time for him to take off.The unknown coast is waiting.The captain of the ship is ready to transfer the attack to reliable hands.And the coming morning opens unknown shores and unknown wonders.