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someone and the sun can omelet to call and vice versa - the essence remains the same

The Sun - scrambled eggs? Yes it's poetry! ...

The aroma of the Sun

 Balmont KD

The smell of the sun? What nonsense!
No, not nonsense.
At the sound of the sun and dreams
Flavors and colors
All merged in consonant choir
All woven into one design.

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The sun smells like herbs
Fresh Kupava,
Awakening of Spring,
And pitch pine.

Gently svetlotkanymi,
Lilies drunken,
With a triumphant flourish
In the sharp smell of the earth.

The sun shines rang,
Leaves are green,
Breathing springtime singing birds,
Breathes laughter of young people.

So all the blind and said:
Enough!
There you behold the heavenly gates
There is a scent of the sun,
Sweet intelligible only to us,
Visible to birds and flowers!