Author of quotes: Anna Kudasheva. Page 9

We are strangers to each other of steel,
Gave away our Foundation.
On a ruined pedestal
No room for foreplay.
We walked in circles for a long time
Didn't know where to turn,
And now we stand at the threshold,
Causing each other grief.
You wear the backpack on your back
And the stairs will sink down.
On the screen end of the picture,
And behind the door - another life.

Me verses my prompt
Hundreds of words are simple and important,
They will show the truth
And help to see the yarn...
The way will become clear
And open secrets.
Forever beautiful
Every moment is a baby light.
I'm part of the sky,
The air tickles my dreams...
I don't know who and where I am, -
Something between day and night.
In the universe together
Infinite and uniform
I am just a note, I - companion,
But... I'm part of a great power...

Let him go and don't cry
The girl's tears about him not lay.
Following wish him good luck
And go my dear.
No matter how beautiful it is,
No matter how close you are,
You can not be given,
You shattered into pieces.
He lives with his family
You live with a counterpart.
His way lay over.
Do not grieve about him, not love.

In my heart, filled with hundreds of rooms,
Intended for those who will come into my life,
There is one secret, nobody touched
And humbly waiting for your visit.
Let unknown the hour when we will meet each other
But we do understand that before us is the fate.
This moment will be simple and similar to a miracle.
Our souls merged into one forever.
And will not be a happier people on the planet
Illumined by the love family hearts.
We both live in our summer,
Surrounded by the tender care of the Creator.

You asked me to write a poem.
I don't know what to write about.
After all, happiness is not written, even die, -
It can only be silent.
And how gently you kiss me,
And how together fresh,
And how magical the birth of the day,
When happy and naked.
When in a sweet invisible merging of souls
Unlock your locks
And fly, away on all cylinders,
Trusting his love.
Such a precious, embracing, lying together,
Not trying to get everything back
Besides us, not thinking about anything,
Kiss, Shine and purr...

The voice of the heart is louder, when he does moan.
Lost, rotten, unnecessary, nasty background.
He yelled at you the poorest, deprived of the spring of a cat,
And you listened with a closed mouth.
But no time for later
then,
for later...
Not then!
Life becomes a handful of ashes,
just went down to the platform.
Start the party! -
Don't burn me.
Answer her
No pain and good.
You're a poet his world
And the Creator of expressive forms.
The day gives you new strength
So take on a pen!
The voice of the heart will tell you the chord.

The sun's rays
warm the frozen soul,
gently caress and inspire to live.
I have no heat
falling deeper and deeper
Where harder-harder
to breathe and walk.
Cold around
weakens my currents.
I would have to gain resources
and again to light!
I can
I know how to be summer and warm,
But why the whole body chrysus on a dead end?
Cold walls, the snow freezes on the skin.
If you stay, then you'll freeze to death in delirium.
Only the native good heart to help
Again it to thaw and to break the shell.

The dim light in the window opposite
In the morning the delirium is crippled.
Give your dream job
Two ordinary people.
Breakfast is their sticky and viscous
Night shroud.
Leaves a trail of diamond
Leaving the moon.
Like a puzzle, piece by piece
People will gather themselves
"Goodbye" I will say of the night
And enter the gates of day.

Snowflakes in large flakes on the palm
Falling like feathers from the pillows.
Their freshly laundered shirts
Conceal on the skin in the form of a Daisy flower.
Snow from the sky, the sun on the top,
Shine bright jumps like a frog.
We also escaped from the trap.
We - the thread is released from the coil.
Joy smiled and rubbed his ears.
We are the children in the whole country toys.
To us the miracle quietly crept into his soul.
We are happy - simply, without "because".

The space between them.
I am a witness,
unwitting observer of passionate bodies
Flushed like a bullet from the barrel of a gun,
And pointed at one sight.
They loved opening their souls
And drinking its rush to the bottom
But from their hot sparks naughty
Fireworks blazed in the sky.
Reborn in sweet intercourse,
They have increasingly found their I.
They firmly made a strong thread,
Weaving in the web of life.
So becoming a single organism,
Otherwise they feel the life
What would neither was her whims,
Whatever made the surprise.
And sometimes going out to hunt,
They are not in vain visited a shooting range
And jewelry missing a note
Each other has opened up the whole world.

No need to push out a smile.
You think, it is pleasant to me?
Your strained attempts
Are negligibly small for its price.
Crooked flattery out of place -
Looks bad and doesn't suit you.
In your fictional Kingdom
Adopted the law outwit people?

Summer vacation at sea.
Pine forest gathered for a picnic.
The grayness and cold - pitch mountain;
If you don't break free from the convoy,
You will lead yourself into a dark dead end.
I put together a collection of paints:
Sky, asphalt, kapusany, foliage,
People's faces, the rustle of the letters, the voice of reason,
Chaos, the movement - there/not there.
The wind swivet me above the sky,
And I look at the world from the clouds.
How beautiful!
Suffered, and I would
Life viewed from a different angle.

And you don't leave my dreams.
Registration in them is common.
Admit it, in your memory long
Not even a shadow of our relationship?
But you are silent. The whole truth under lock and key.
No pigeons, no letters, no greeting...
You again and again to come into the realm of dreams,
Like me there are no other tickets.

Prove this life
that is worthy of the desired role.
Coming on the scene,
don't mumble the words,
And live all by myself
to the last drop of blood
As if playing for the last time.