Paper, pencilAnd my happiness is like a tree near my home. Embrace him tightly, and at that moment it's yours,... Read More
Paper, pencil
And my happiness is like a tree near my home. Embrace him tightly, and at that moment it's yours, and not yours becomes the aorta of the earth. And it pulls the branches-veins-capillaries into the sky, releasing its foliage by the force of the freest of all your thoughts — it will lose gravity. Then you will surely hear how the stars are ringing in billions of melodies, from a host of which I do not know even seven . And I live, I do not tell anyone
