Muse [Theme]

Child of love and kindness of the union, be happy, my sweet nightingale!

Child of love and kindness of the union, be happy, my sweet nightingale!

I admired her and was in the mood to create. Everything was beautiful, surprisingly mutual, but for some reason it cooled down... I won’t forget you. On the sheets I will preserve my feelings for you forever, my muse, my miracle. It’s a pity that your presence in my life was short-lived. I admit honestly, I miss you, but I beg you, don’t come back. The main thing is to be happy, but without me. And thank you for everything, it was a pleasure being with you.

And rarely, rarely do I sin with her.

Muse often visits me at night. He will talk to me, smile gently and quietly fly away. My soul acquires wings and in a dream I begin to create, create and create ...

Sensual, melancholy beautiful, wise autumn, with a slight sadness in the eyes. Cozy, affectionate, tender, like a mother, ready to hug and warm, drink flower tea with apple pie, a bite with lingonberry jam. Caring, like a grandmother, throwing a knitted shawl over your skinny shoulders, wrapping you in a warm blanket and giving you a pair of knitted socks on the way home, for the coming frosts. An inspiring muse, stirring the hearts of artists and poets with her extraordinary colors, pushing them to new creations. Autumn... Even in its very name there is slowness and softness.

I, too, though not enough half, but it is quite enough.

Fantasy can predict certain things because it admits the unacceptable.

An unrealized talent is an unkind fire.

- It's clear...

First you work for eternity, then eternity works for you.

The desire to write your own books, but at the same time not to read others', is the same as painting while being blind.

Freedom in creativity is more important than fees.

Write simply so that others can just read.