spring [Theme] Page 4

Life goes on as usual, thumping the rhythm like the wheels of a train rushing forward. And spring is still knocking on windows, doors, asking for renewal, love and care.

Faith Hope Love...

The mood arbitrarily dresses up in the song of dandelions, sugar ceilings and a thick desire to dance its inspiration. Such a spring...

All the best, coffee and flower spring!

And envelops you with its scent...

You will feel how the warm rays of the spring sun warm the still unblown buds of tender lilies in your soul...

Spring is the lines filled with the aroma of crocuses, violets, tulips, magnolia and the fresh April breeze...

Spring for a woman is a time of graceful flirting, dinners with light snacks. The poems she composes in her secret notebook. And simple but sophisticated images. Brilliant sexuality in the look, airy aesthetics of the lines of the dress - a sensual coquette descends right into your palm. Take care of it and keep it in the most comfortable and warm place of your soul.

My spring, thank you for coming so brightly and swiftly, for being at the right time. Then, when the thirst in the depths of the soul of that new, bright and warm life reached its maximum. Thank you for letting me see the forest in the fresh haze of bird cherry leaves, thank you for the softness of the carpet of anemones, for the many-voiced bird choir. For a fresh gentle wind. For the sun Behind the bright stars is a narcissus in the young grass. For the smells of the earth in the garden. Thank you for the scatterings of spring saffron and for the opportunity to feel it in bright fragrant buns. For the opportunity to sit with freshly baked muffins and fragrant tea and watch the sunset rays play in the room. Smiling at the shadows from the swaying curtains. Live. Rejoice. Be silent.

With new paints, the old man, with the sandy-windy name Time, began to paint his favorite picture. He secretly wants her more than anyone else, it is she who gives him those wings, those feelings that help him soar, believe in himself again, feel youth and freshness, and most importantly, touch Life. A small flower and a timid butterfly - and you are full of those colors with which you can decorate not only your own canvases, but also the faces and hearts of people. A light breeze - and freshness again touches you, as if Aurora herself invites you to follow her through new achievements and discoveries, in search of miracle and magic. A sunny kiss - and the skin comes to life with a multi-colored motley meadow, on which, after a moment, flowers waltz, giving inexpressible fragrance and aroma. And it feels like all this has already happened many times, but you look, look with bated breath and understand that Life is when you can free of charge, on open palms, stretch out your innermost secrets and gifts to the world, as Spring does. May this spring give you everything that it has been preparing for so long and carefully: warmth, joy, colors, happiness and Love. With a warm smile and a sun-heart, Ya.

But finally, spring came to Far Far Away. Well, that is, how she came ... It's like with Vasilisa. Here Ivan calls her, let's say: "Vasilisa!" She says: "I'm coming!" But that doesn't mean she's on her way. This means that she will now take a shower, drink coffee, put on makeup, talk on the phone, if it is invented by that time. But I think they will. Because you know how much she wears makeup? That is to say, she said she was coming, but has not yet arrived. So it is with spring.

I begin to look at the world from a bird's eye view.

• You can live without a car, without alcohol, too, but how can you say Live without women?

I will rather cling to your lips and cover with my wing.