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Валентина Молодовская. Happy Note
And only love, the one unequaled…
To stay alive
If you, my dear Love…
Happy note
«Railway stations in the province…»
«Our years are flying away…»
In the beginning was the Word
Without love
For my co-author
Herbarium
Love rules the World
To the only one unequaled
Through the envy of heaven
The Times of Love
«My face is under the eternal mask…»
My autumn love
«I remember the taste of your lips…»
«Quite unexpectedly and out of the blue…»
Random Photo
«While the tear is still so close…»
Without me…
Phantom pains
«The autumn has the word – «Without»…»
«No need for meetings! I do not see the sense…»
Autumn letters
«Ah, those winter sunsets…»
«They say that love exists three years…»
My luck
«We are not engaged. We’re arranged…»
«This should not have…»
No fair of losing those…
«Your words I believe without lie chase…»
«I will say – «Go!»»
It didn’t come
«Time is washed. It’s raining…»
Castles on the sand
«Everything returns. For all, we are rewarded…»
February again…
«Leaves like birds fly away…»
We do not write
Farewell to the summer
Leaf-fall time
«Rumpled grass, and fatigue of the foliage…»
Rain
«The holiday leaves the soul…»
The autumn picture in the rain background
«On the windshield – an autumn leaf…»
The poem of escaping autumn
Winter artists
Northern Lights
«I saw you in the dreams again today…»
The Last Blizzard
Winter dreams
A night in waiting for you
Assol?
«Winter wouldn’t thaw out on the hand…»
«Tuesdays and Thursdays go by…»
«Single tree’s feeling bad all alone in the town…»
«Between us is snow and snow…»
«Leaves are like birds…»
Wind of May
«It rained all night…»
Words of Spring
The Dawn of May
It Happens
Everything Can Be
A Sunstroke
At the Fall
«In dreams, I’ll see my soul again…»
«This is so fair-weather day…»
Carried away with the Wind
A Snowdrop
A Phoenix
«You are a left bank…»
Without Poems
«I’m off…»
«I fly away…»
No Word about Love?
Iron
I’m Jealous
«I am telling goodbye…»
A Stupid Diagnosis
Pain of Others
«I’ve heard so many times a day…»
«Autumn fields are so dear to me, they are so quiet…»
