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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A tribute to my girls. Peace
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.
A tribute to my girls. Rest halt
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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A tribute to my girls. Just near me
Hello.
For many years I wrote you letters.
I talked to you.
I appealed to you.
A tribute to my girls. Farewell to the sea
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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A tribute to my girls. Pine branches
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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A tribute to my girls. The old world
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.
A tribute to my girls. The dance
I am.
My birth is absolutely.
I am.
Here.
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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A tribute to my girls. The trail
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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A tribute to my girls. Everything is alright now
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.
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