People are like colors.
Some dark, some light.
Some matte, some bright.
Some soft and some as sharp as a knife.
Some days you don’t find some shade beautiful at all
You can’t see anything good at it because it ma ...
I find myself dreaming
Summer smells around me
The birds have flown to the garden and started singing
The wind catches the branches of that big birch
Makes the green leaves swinging
The swinging reminds me of the thousand tries
Of flying ...