leaves [Theme]

- Judging by its size, you can fit a whole kilogram there.

He won't see us.

Will come with dawn.

It smelled of damp earth dust and dry wood, a delightfully subtle and spicy smell that penetrates the very core, bringing peace and a devastating tranquility that you want to gradually fill with new, fresh and sonorous thoughts.

November is leaving slowly, along forest paths, on soft, soft moss.

We are the leaves...

The wind dances salsa...

wraps us up, hugs us and prepares us for something important and a little magical.

And let the wind outside the window tear yellowed leaves from the trees and spin them around in a dance, we will wrap ourselves in a warm blanket and smile at the new dawn.

thrown into the darkening pond.

A person with a golden soul is like autumn beauty: yellow leaves, October magic, fragrant air and the reflection of all this charm in the lake bring spiritual joy to anyone. When you look at the colorful autumn foliage of the trees, a wonderful melody of love begins to sound in your soul, and at that moment the soul itself becomes inspiringly beautiful. Likewise, after a conversation with a good person, you feel harmony, tenderness and happiness.

And her sadness is just an invention of poets.

Your land has both beauty and generosity.

calmly, without thinking, simply.