I think that rain is a long-awaited time of change...
Rainy time is considered a sad time it is not for nothing that many poets associate streams of rain water with some sadness but this is only their opinion. I think that rain is…
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Losing Track Of Time.
I had a good laugh at myself yesterday evening. Imagine waking up from sleep and losing track of time. Honestly it was crazy. Lol. It's been a total blackout for a couple of…
Morning is a fantastic time when the light begins to break the darkness ...
Morning is a fantastic time when the light begins to break the darkness and the further you walk along the forest road the brighter it becomes around. Someone is in a hurry and…
I think that nothing bad will happen if at least once a week I open the Red Book...
Cetoniinae I think that nothing bad will happen if at least once a week I open the Red Book of Ukraine and remind myself of those animals that are protected by law in this…
I know people who value their habits very much and constantly go somewhere along the same roads...
I know people who value their habits very much and constantly go somewhere along the same roads... this is not for me, I get bored, I try to choose a new path, even when I go to…
So, one day exploring an old abandoned park I found myself on a shady alley...
If there is light then somewhere, very close there may be a shadow and vice versa if you find yourself in the shadow, then at any moment the light can cut through the darkness of…
I noticed that I stopped hearing sparrows.
When you live in a residential area of the city, even though it's called that, you still periodically hear different sounds outside the window that can prevent you from…
Cities their essence and character, can be compared to a piece of stale bread...
Cities their essence and character, can be compared to a piece of stale bread... no it's not even a cracker that can be salted or somehow softened for example by dipping it in a…
I fought not only with gravity, but also with water vapor...
I went into the kitchen and saw a small piece of cabbage stalk on the cutting board which already needed to be thrown into the trash can. In fact it was the right decision but…
Poem: From the life of a hamster.
Poem: From the life of a hamster. One hamster of advanced years, As it happened after a meal, Decided to philosophize, About what darkness is, about what light is. He lay…
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