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Love forever

Summer ... Hot, And something else- Hair scattered ... Passionately captured Rays and sea, Stars and Sky, And somewhere there- Stand alone again And the Man is waiting Random meeting To feel alive, At

Color squares across the floor. Bright points on white tiles ... And they are looking for people in the white room colorful memories, fled to heaven ... Black walls, darkness in infinity ... People are

The lonely shoes kissed and continued along the way to the rising of hope and the new ventures ... They were comfortable and the Man did not want to part with them, however old and worn ... In their dreams

An early bee she liked her lovely color - this is her female world. She was hungry and wondrous wonder the skirts were made of fiery, gathered him all the nectar. It was beautiful and good! The color was

Rest, that purple sleeps in your eyes. Breathe in the morning scent and freshness. Do not say anything. I was traveling on you - above the waves of lashes, wrapped in his soul. Imagine that I stand at

Brilliant leaves found their lot touching darkness. They know bird trills. The earth shakes. He dreams of seeing them, how a breeze blows them. They lost power. The leaves are kept. They glitter merrily.

It's winter! She walks on the leaves Clouded by the wind and the cold. I'm looking for you - in the sun shining But around me it's still foggy. It's sad. Rainy. Unpleasant. Why is it autumn? I look back.

Young and Traditions - On Honor, bridges over the Thames - all different! Every corner near Greenwich points to us - here live too aesthetically! A varied multitude of people - in stylish buildings, with

Saint Mark's Square - eternally hungry pigeons, who give humanity, the crowd of noble men, the noble tiny ant, come to gain insight ... Whoever can - understand ... And Ranieri's watch, measuring the same

The grayness of the day makes me hysterical. White, it turns me in melancholic. In black, it's me tragic. When, faced with the red, I find myself like love. But, entering the green, turn myself into calmness.

Through the clouds gentle, lit in the light, with its rays, the sun smiles. The soul is endured, to the clouds of Lithuania, a choir of angels choked, with thanksgiving prayer. A wonderful world beyond

Fate is a mysterious scale, draws, but learns to whimper, sometimes frowns and tilts the shoulders and pours forth his violent troubles, but you, you know, at what price and when he begins to rejoice,

play with colors

A beautiful butterfly bathe in the Sunny Rainbow, and maybe she's just crazy, that running barefoot in the rain ... butterfly sees a light approaching and pain winged wings...

From the window of my little soul I looked cautiously ... I saw my eyes staring in a cloud of gray. I thought that as in my everyday life, gray is my day. I thought about the path that has passed. For

In a dark forest somewhere around the world growing flower one somehow how it came. Trees of great shade make him, the winds of peace do not leave it, and sometimes the rain is cold it's raining all day.

I dream this dream every night. In it I am with the wings of a bird. I'm trying to dream of dreaming. I kiss happily his hands, his face. There, in my dream I laugh, do not cry. Every night I dream a life

Colorful mountains without hats they raise their grace with the swallow wings in edelweiss purity! With carnations and peonies their bright feelings trembled in the woody forest near crystal lakes! The

I'm high. In the fictional tower. I've been studying it for years. To the top. Not your "sorry" heals me. And it's me makes me build! I was getting excuses for bricks ... (Runaway in the middle).