Winter
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it’s winter on my frozen lake the seagulls

Relativity
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Are we really sad during the yellow autumn, or she is dreary?

The swan
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Hypocrites, saying we love swans, but we grow ducks. (06.09.2017)

The trees
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Autumn is coming, even if the still green trees seem not seeing it. (04.09.2017)

The leaves
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The autumn, you see, it’s a new spring for the tree: its leaves are blooming.

Sunday
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So, every Sunday I wipe the dust of the week‘s days Left all behind me.

The tree
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The tree forgotten by the birds is aging. (Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.08.2017)

The Limit
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It matters WHAT, and HOW, but IF is decisive; The age is not the limit, as long as you don’t leave. (17.09.2017)

The Duck
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Act like a duck in race: paddling like dickens underneath, but calm on the surface. (08.09.2017 – From a quote by Michael Caine)

Autumn
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I feel, it’s here, it always has to be: The autumn, with my yellow tree. The little rain, a classic blues, and me … (18.07.2017)

Clouds
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I try to surprise the sunrise on the blue lake; the clouds hide it… (25.07.2017)

The gulls
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… and in the morning, on the lake, the sleeping gulls dream of the blue sea… (04.08.2017) (Nicolae Sfetcu)

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