π A goldfinch sang over the roadside willow,
Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
πIn a man I prefer wisdom, strength,
The character is solid, the breadth of the soul.
It's not so scary to rush into the abyss
He will protect and hide from a thunderstorm.π
Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
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ΠΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π»Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π²Π΄Π²ΠΎΡΠΌ.
Π― ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½Ρ ΠΊ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π΅ Π³ΡΠ±Π°ΠΌΠΈ,
ΠΡΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π΄ΡΡ Π°Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ.
The character is solid, the breadth of the soul.
It's not so scary to rush into the abyss
He will protect and hide from a thunderstorm.π