Miss Riddle through my lens

 Into my insidious trap fell mysterious girl. She is brave, cheerful and beautiful. She is not afraid of the camera lens - she is common with it and confidently reveals herself to it.

Great body blows cool gusts of wind

Among the gray corridors and red bricks, it was like an oasis among the desert

Her gaze is gorgeous, you cann't hide from it behind the camera

Coral shoes neatly treaded in the deserted rooms of cast-in-situ concrete

The sun was so hot that sometimes she hid under a huge umbrella

So different, but equally beautiful

For her, like a paradise, the forest of young trees grew on the roof

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