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Sometimes just sitting together silently and gazing at the resplendent hills. You can fall in love, not with a person, but a soul.
Colours of my heart are blending with the sky, catch them before they fade away like the mist over that hillock.
The little boy requested nature to paint its canvas in white and it ushered snow.
In order to understand life better, one must sit under a rickety tree and listen to a little river gurgling in the spring.
After the insects have fed on the leaf, its veins begin to show. Making it appear more beautiful and hollow. Just like a human soul without a guilty conscience.
When you have lived under the shade of the mountains, no other place feels good enough.
Only when the last bird will take its flight, the entire humankind will cheer, weep and applaud.
When the trees bear the colours of rust, I know it’s autumn. My favourite time of the year.