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Once in our life we meet people who little by little are becoming very close to us in spirit.
We can't recognize them at once. This realization comes later.We can have different cultures,tastes but there is something common that makes our interaction profound,bright and genuine.
Ludmila☀ retweeted
Булат Окуджава
В нашем старом саду,
Там где тени густые,
Очего же слова
Ты мне шепчешь пустые.
Очего же слова
Ты мне шепчешь пустые.
В нашем старом саду
Листья поздние падают с клёна,
Отчего же теперь
На меня не глядишь ты влюблённо.>>>
Ludmila☀ retweeted
🌹Happy Rose Wednesday🌹
“When autumn darkness falls, what we will remember are the small acts of kindness: a cake, a hug, an invitation to talk, and every single rose.”
~ Jens Stoltenberg, Norway’s Minister of Finance
Still-Life with Roses by Hans Purrmann (1941)
Ludmila☀ retweeted
I'm standing in the forest now,
The place, the hour the same;
And here the green leaves shed a glow,
And there, down in that lake below,
The tiny ripples flame. . .
I will not question, only say
Where may thy lover be?
~ Emily Brontë
Waiting by Adrien Moreau (1881)
Ludmila☀ retweeted
For some, a new chapter begins with grace,
while others need more time to find their way.
The one who truly loved in faith's embrace,
stands still where fading memories choose to stay.
But they who only played with love’s design,
will swiftly step... into a brand new line.
Ludmila☀ retweeted
Such a beautiful picture, Ludmila! ❤️ The children’s joy is contagious, and their furry friend makes it even sweeter. Thank you for sharing this lovely moment. Wishing you a wonderful Saturday too! 🥰🍁
