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
And there is no better man in the world than the one who tries to do everything for you β€
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Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
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