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12/08/2017

Barbara Kile In their mysterious beauty of spring freshness are full of ...

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Delicately fragile petals,
Purple dusk rest,
Deserts of fiery sand,
And the sea of blue surf ...

They arose from a dream,
Among the fogs and winds,
Irises light flowers,
Like the smoke of long forgotten dreams ...

Iris passionate, languid,
Touching them, you can not avoid,
Goddess Rainbow Wonderful Gift
Directed eyes to please ...

In its mysterious glory
The spring freshness is full ...
So dazzling in the dew,
And so exquisitely slender ...

Fiona Mь


 

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Vladimir Kush Caterpillar

 

 

 

08/08/2017

~ Alia Qunhua, France. ~ I will rewrite calendars ...

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And I'll scatter my May smiles on the cold January,
I'll forget the past mistakes and the snowy cold of December.
I will rewrite calendars, erase from the memory of loss,
I will leave the quaking of the dawn and the gentle scarlet sunsets.

I will give you April, he will instead of February
Do not say that you can not. Do you hear? Behind the window drops!
I'll rewrite the calendars, I'll send the cold out on vacation
And the flowers that have thawed from the ice are embarrassed.

I sunshine, loving, penetrate into your cozy home
And I will stay for a long time in it, from January to January.
And there will be tenderness in the mornings poured into cups, like tea
And there will be a quiet "love", and after - "just do not be bored!"

With a satin ribbon I slip in the evening at your feet
I will not give you frost and put spring in my heart.
And you can not let go, warmed in the gentle rays,
And so you want to be close by and kissing by candlelight ...

                       *****
I'll give you spring ...

Liska the Red

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 by Hamish Blakely paintings for sale

06/08/2017

Burliuk David Davidovich When the song plays surf ...

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Mallorca, Spain


Mallorca: an island of dreams,
Surprisingly paradise miracles:
Bitter trail of lonely wanderings
Has dissolved in the distance and disappeared.
The island of the sun and quiet bays,
Snow White Silk Sand:
The sea splashes leisurely-
Its smoothness, like a dream, is deep.
The emerald of the gentle bays is amazing,
The sea draws to itself, like a magnet,
Air, like wine, intoxicates,
The sun teases the skin tenderly.
How to breathe happily, sweetly
From the pine trees in the distance:
I look like I'm sneaking around the sea
At sunset, the ships glide.
Oh, Mallorca, in you dissolve -
I can not enjoy you!
I'm in you, as in paradise, I forget,
When the song plays surf.

Elena Glou

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Four-mast schooner

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The sea, 1921

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Lighthouse on the Coast, 1958

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View of the Water (Rural landscape with a lake), 1947

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Duty boats in the bay, 1934

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Girl, 1954

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Boats

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Sea at Night

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Fishermen

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Day on the Beach, Hamptons, Long Island.

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Dream of the Past

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Fabian art paintings for sale