Her sad was deep and irreparable. Even the bright sun and warm summer couldn’t dispel it. It was no sorrow because a lot of water has since claimed the River of Time, but the sadness remained and nothing could heal it. Now she wanted the only thing: stand still on the shore and indulge in pleasant memories with a quiet half-smile. About her happiness sometime in the past, about happiness of all her close trees, about the feeling of everything possible and the freedom that feeling gave, about joy and confidence filled up their...
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Read More2011 “Petition” Don’t crucify with poor-helpless senility in the dark box of crumpled money and grey granitic-smoggy days. Let fall asleep young. Or become a loneliness drinking sunsets, Grizzling with salt of warm wave, Looking at beautiful far-far...
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