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Hi Friends, Today this is my entry for the #monomad challenge by @brumest and @monochromes. For this contest I am going to sharing my own click's images of Parrot in the cage. I would like to thanks those

Sketches of Sofia University of Sofia

Monomad tree

The artist painted the beauty, embodied in wonderful images and the picture remains Eternal in its own, wonderful perfection! The musician writes a song or composes a solar symphony and writes its name

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He passed the storm, but we carry her conception. Above us are the clouds, which made us happy. We will forever remember that sound with which our nights were drilled. For us big, for others small: our

I look at the shadow of fear in the opposite house how it grows and masks the unclear past falls slowly in front of me, this shadow mighty we did not have a splash of sight for her. Two floors with glass

Thought you embrace me, but I wish to be with you now, an element of tenderness in your room playing with your hair ... To be there, and to be with me floating on the moon only, in captivity of happiness

The silence thickened - with a knife to cut it, so strong that the ticking of the clock was blowing in my head - you are, you are, you are. I shook my head. I dream, of course. My self-confidence returned.

Again I got some old flower photos from the archive - these I took 5 years ago in Arambol, Goa, India, in the jungle above the Sweet lake. I don't know what specie is it but I was fascinated by the simplicity,

I drink part of myself ... The liquid cup ... is not enough ... Thinking ... cosmos ... wanting ... studying ... knowledge ... The leaf with the hole I broke, to see better, I fell into my hands again.

Оne day maybe life, of the past days .. one comfort you will seek, look is my picture, see then you tears .. Only one small picture has left me. She replied she did not give, but he understands loneliness.

Under indigo we may live we half laugh we look through the windows with hope we get dressed and the old shoes we climb the sidewalk with a napkin wiped tears innocent .. God how to be positive.

As invisible hands my throat squeezes me, in silence tears without tears. Thoughts Not Desirable, like the waves are spanking. On the shore, the shadow after me creeps ... The chest crushes stones of dust.

Spring with a gentle wind arouses me, flowers are intertwined in my hair. A thirst for life is awakening in me, the thirst for love in my eyes is burning. My youth in the summer lives, then I met you,

You fill me with your warmest feelings, My love is happily, you undress my soul slowly ... You are not just Love - you are art You are a non-stopping faith, you are living water ... You make me so clean,

Fidelity ... Everyone believes. Believing one. Violence ... Dark glasses. Farewell. words... very insignificant. Exquisite.

Your hands do not know how much they remember. With cacti stitch the emptiness. Subject to unprecedented laws, clocks go backwards. Did you earn smiles - butterflies? In the curves of my footprint nesting

Evil demons tear the soul, and she screamed frantically. Then thrown into the darkness wondered if he was asleep ... But the pain so cut her, that he was momentarily remembered and wept. Close - no one

The day dipped in a pale, pale silence, the dark black cloak spread, silent in a gust of northern waves, fatigue comforts quiet, quiet is infallible. They wiggle the gulls, in the sky, home of loneliness,