Talk to me about the rain.
Knocking drops on the windowsill, tears on the windshield, tired fallen leaves in autumn puddles. Preparing for the winter. Almost naked trees are ready to stand still, stop movement inside strong trunks, stand up straight and meet the piercing wind, snow and frost. And only soft fluffy snow will wrap and protect the roots, keeping warm, helping to wait, to live until spring.
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The waves whispered softly.
White seagull sat on wet stones and looked into the distance.
The wind speeded up one moment, then tailed away a the second, as if stumbling over an invisible obstacle.
The heart is open wide.
The soul reaches for the Light.
Bright colors are playing in fresh raindrops.
Black clouds are drifting by.
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For many years I wrote you letters.
I talked to you.
I appealed to you.
And when you say goodbye to the sea, it seems to remove all obstacles to communication.
Water from the very first run does not seem cold, immediately lets you whole without conditions.
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Let’s run away from the city where there is silence.
Where smooth snow lies on the paws of fir trees.
Where are the timid paths on the tracks will be covered by drifts.
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Sometimes the old world just goes away.
Just takes off his hat and disappears.
You can still see its circles and spirals on the map of the city,
you can still try to catch it up, marking the map with Yandex flags.
My birth is absolutely.
I am the Will.
My energy is free.
I penetrate every cell of the living and nonliving, that which I surround.
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And today I read the phrase:
“They do not leave us, they lag behind us.
They do not return to us, they catch up with us”.
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Everything is alright, my dear.
The last spurt.
You know it’s when you finish studying, suddenly, a little panic catches up.
A familiar and stable world dissolves along with the last exam.
And you do not know what is next. Sometimes it’s so frightfully to step.