SelfPub: There is precision ...

There is a neatness of the soul...
When you do not need to force yourself to restore order AND cleanliness, when it is natural, when it is natural not to lie in the eyes, to commit dirty deeds. When time lies strictly on the shelves of Whom and how much of your attention is strictly on merit. When any cataclysms are perceived calmly as life itself and the knowledge that everything will disappear does not tear the soul, but on the contrary gives an incentive from this piece of allotted time to make a neat picture ...
And it will fall like a maple red leaf, but While it will be circling in the air to the ground it Can someone and admire ...