Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 9

A yellow leaf at my feet and a light breeze. And a flock of fallen acorns rolling along the wet path. The sky shines above me, it’s as if everything is there. No, it’s not, no desire to make a fuss, my heart is sad. A bare branch knocks on the frozen window as a stranger knocks on the door.Simple conversation and shyness color the evening. The warmth of my hands warms and the reflection of my gaze makes me love. – And my words, “I love you!” The wind takes them. – “May I call?” – It asks me shyly. And a bouquet of withered roses will remind me of love. Sleep and folly are friends. And only the phone will be an unburned bridge that he may not forget. There will never be success in artificial joy. And I lost the phone. I felt sorry for him and for myself. Burned bridges must always be burned. There is no point in the past if it is just the karmic path of two. There is cardinal forgiveness, which means freedom from illusions. All that matters is your soul and the peace within it. Never separate from your loved ones.