Park
I remember that road, which led to an extraordinary park, illuminated by a bright, magnificent lanterns. This road was remembered me. Holding the way there, I attended a wonderful feeling of fullness, of the fullness which sometimes is lacking. I've always been too sensitive, especially to those moments in life. In front of me like a flock of birds flying, playful and magnificently flapping their wings, showing me the way to the ever-beautiful and cool illusion, attracting their uniqueness.
very difficult to find love where it never waited and hoped. I feel a slight trepidation, mixed with sweet pain when they feel it, especially while in places like that park. He seemed stupefy my mind, giving me a completely different emotions, memories, and a different reality. This is love. Love that is learned in isolation. Love, illuminated bright lights lonely and forgotten by all of the park.
Each step adds a confidence that opens in front of unimaginable beauty, at the moment created for me. Hiding behind every tree has its own life, his illusion, his world, his own love, which so exactly fit with my soul. Soul, too closed and lost child among adults, raduyuscheysya crowd. This child is permanently settled in me. Playing quite nezvuchnye melodies, still quite young, inexperienced Maltsev.
Step by step, walking towards his goal of making our way through another world, hiding behind every tree, I made my way into his soul the harmony of eternity and a night light. Was very close. Close to my pain and happiness in one person, it is the bench on which I used to have these feelings. This bench is memorable to me for the rest life. On it, no one was sitting, no one is sitting, she seemed made for me. She seemed to wait until I sit on it and I will look into the gray night sky, shrouded in film date. My eyes always tend upwards, where I was not. They are always looking for freedom there, but is especially pleasant to look at the sky with the lonely bench always cold and cracked by time.
and felt happy only when there is only park and only at night when I could stay with my thoughts alone.
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