the ocean [Theme] Page 3

Woman is a winding, flexible river; it has character: full-flowing in spring, calm in summer, icy in winter. A man is an ocean, he is strong, with storms of adrenaline, but if the river does not flow into the ocean, he will dry up alone.

Luxury is them. It beats from their core, turning the space around with ocean waves. Give her an earthenware bowl in her hands, and the earthenware bowl will become the center of luxury, because the point is not in objects and interior, the point is that some people are wider than the ocean, while others are smaller than a thimble.

until the last breath of heaven.

And walk barefoot on the clouds.

On land, at least you can see where the danger is coming from.

The ocean of life brought us together.

We will fall together into this ocean, just you and me. Let's dissolve in it, and we will be together forever.

Let them be forgotten inside!

The larger ones always eat the smaller ones. Bears eat seals. The seal eats fish. The fish eat worms. The worms eat the soil. Hence the conclusion - no one eats cats, that is why they are so arrogant, there are so many of them, they piss in everyone's shoes. You can take all the cats and throw them all into the ocean. So to speak, stick cats in the food chain between the seal and the fish. Let seals eat cats, and cats eat fish. Perhaps it was early. That is why cats are so afraid of water. They are so afraid because they are afraid that there will be a seal lying in wait for them.

Depth is the point. Width is a choice. The ocean is one and the essence is one, and the choice is only a point of immersion.

Their splendor means nothing to you.

The wonderful green of the forests, which I will never see on the Mara, the generosity of earthly nature, the endless fountain of life in its endless manifestations. Mighty and obedient animals to man, sown fields on a mountain slope, the shine of a blue river flowing into an endless ocean! ... Isn't it for the happiness of man that all this exists on the planet where he was lucky to be born? Why is there hatred, struggle, cruelty in this blissful land?

He is a poet without a face, like a single ocean.

It only takes a split second to derail your whole life. And in order to fix everything, you need to take so many correct steps! And it seems that between one successful attempt and the next there is a whole ocean. But at that moment I decided that I would overcome any distance, over and over again, until I won. I will not give up.