Air and live, wanderer, whose eyes sparkle sparks dying sun ... A small smile and thoughtfulness ... I know not only that the beauty is sometimes difficult to see, but the fact that it is often simply do not notice. Only losing something, you can understand how much you appreciate it. I do not believe in fairy tales, but I love listening to them. My time - instant. Expiring light of the sun slipped behind the sky falls somewhere out of sight. I love being in a crowd, I like to feel part of this world, but hardly anyone from this crowd sees me. A moment in eternity imperceptibly shifts day and night, black and white. The edge is often left behind before I understand it. Facing the sunset, inhaling his last rays, I decide where to go next, who I will be tomorrow and who will die in me today ...
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