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ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Lily
Lily. Leela, Leela! I suffer Dreadful longing, I languish, I die, Extinguish the fiery soul; But my love is in vain: You're making fun of me. Laugh, Leela: you're beautiful And unfeeling beauty.
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ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Leda.
Leda. Among the dark groves, under the shadow of fragrant lindens, In high fields, where the common pearls Swelled the waters of the silvery foam, Wavering in the gentle breeze, Cover beauty shy, Casually
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ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Larissa, I love your bold, free gaze..
Larissa, I love your bold, free gaze.. Larissa, I love your bold, free gaze. , Unquenchable heat, open desires, And continuous kissing, And passions full conversation. Love the burning mouth I call dumb,
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Flying geese
Flying geese I saw cranes today, They flew slender wedge, And morning, to joy my, Met the scream of cranes. Heard rustling wings suddenly, Wedge headed more to the North, They used to fly to the South,
cliffblank
tarot
2d
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Tricked with the Dollar Store Tarot
I picked up the $3 dollar store tarot deck and despite checking that 78 cards were included, it turns out 8 cards are just placement cards. So basically cards 8, 9 and 10 of each of the four suits was
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Beauty
Beauty Rose quickly the sun with bed, Where slept behind a veil of clouds, Cloud eyes had turned bright red, Their brocade was wearing a ray of sunshine. Took up a new day over land, Morning brings happiness
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Autumn
Autumn I go by river meadows, Visible trace of diamond dew, Far the winter with its snows, Neither storm nor frost threatens. But the beauty of summer is already gone, It was a grey sad river, Less became
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
The scarlet flower
The scarlet flower Milk of September fog Autumn generously spilled around, Gray hair covered very early Still a bright green meadow. Warm days are short, Cold and frost ahead, Happiness is waiting for
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Mirror water
Mirror water Like a mirror, the water of the river, Coastal in it and you, Moments of happiness are short: After all, the breeze playful. He does not need to waste energy, Just a breath., And the beauty
biyaawnur
loh
2h
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LOH week #306 "A dish that remind's me off my roots "
So I'm again back after like almost two years of not posting on eccency and here we are again joining one of my favorite weekly challenge by Ladies of hive where we get to pick a weekly topic and write
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Morning meadows
Morning meadows In the meadows, in a fairy tale, on the morning of miracles, Nicer for the heart there is no picture, A tear hung from each blade of grass, And sun ray gilded the dewdrops. I look at the
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Mirror
Mirror Like a mirror, the water of the river, Although the mighty current, And only ripples Islands The surface spoil for a moment. Runs the beautiful river, It wonderfully reflected the sky, From the
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Summer ball
Summer ball Came September, the second half of, Hoarfrost decorated the earth in the morning, Flying in the clear sky spider web, After all, Indian summer rules the summer ball. Of the web weave a dress
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Wonderful tale
Wonderful tale Distant cares pale blue, In the bright glare of the solar river, White gulls joyful flock, And the buzzing of the may bug. On the trees the leaves are young, Grass in the meadows, as the
asterkame
Sketchbook
5d
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Painting of a Watermelon Slice against a Bright Sunset Background
Hello Everyone! Today, I painted a picture of a watermelon slice on the beach. I painted it with watercolors. I think it's simple but beautiful. In the first step, I drew the picture with a pencil. I painted
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
The River Keila
The River Keila Yuri Tarasenko River Kayla smooth surface of water Fascinating look And rapids free Forms a waterfall. Zeal without taming, Water dance and sing, Generators rotating, The current in Estonia
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Dozhdik
Dozhdik The rain began unexpectedly cheerful, Need a place to hide soon, How long is he in the clouds in the sky wandering, Became the land of fun. Generously rain the ground is dry water, He does miracles,
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Water meadows
Water meadows Water meadows! Water meadows! For the eyes and for the heart I nice, Scattered around the colorful Blizzard. As carpets meadow are beautiful! The sun is up, the diamonds Shine around, Ray
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
The smell in the morning
The smell in the morning The smell of damp coolness of the grass, The sun sleeps, does not want to rise, Morning soon enters in rights, So opened the cover of the dark night. The stars fade and the moon
joyce152218
Town Square
5d
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UNFORGETTABLE SUNDAY | September 6, 2026 ⛵✨
Here's a social media post for your unforgettable Sunday: 🌊 UNFORGETTABLE SUNDAY | September 6, 2026 ⛵✨ Sometimes life surprises you with the most amazing moments! Thanks to my new gym family, I had the
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Moon track
Moon track The wind, sea slightly worried, And all around – black southern nights, The moon shines through the clouds, Lunar footprint is very attractive. He runs into the unknown distance, Speaking of
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Naughty-spring
Naughty-spring Came naughty-spring, In views sparks lit up, Fires caused it, Fires were blazing everywhere. The fires of love burning in the spring, Bridges rotten burning, They become ash., Plume of smoke
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Scarlet dawn
Scarlet dawn The distance is clear of the fog, Shone a mirror of the river, The sun is in the sky early in the morning Put the first brushstrokes. The scarlet dawn beauty beckons, And are worth, as mountains,
ivan-koshyolkin
poema
8y
Marvelous time
Marvelous time Gold was scattered around, Falling leaves gives his predictions, In the morning in silver wonderful meadow, Quietly getting cold. They will bring snow, And it remains to wait for a little,
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