Author of quotes: Lyudmila Konstantinovna Tatyanichenoy

Everything has become the past:
Clouds
And trembling lips, and bird talk.
My steady hand
Your face from clay sculpts.
Men's proud features
And mouth
Not knowing confessions.
Yes you are
Yes, again you
Look through the range of distances!
Your opinion, on me it burned,
Your opinion, mocking, and long.
Fire I tempered clay,
So as not crumbled God.

Love without passion
It's a friendship.
Passion without love
Almost hostility.

Sincerity - fading spark
Strong and good the fire.

Tasted the bitterness of reproach,
Offense, mistakes, petty drama,
Learn to enjoy life
Her everyday gifts!