Wrinkles in the soul are smoothed out at the water's edge

On the sandy shore of the sea or the ocean, against the backdrop of a huge stone located a little far from the shore, a pretty and LOVELY, quiet lady like IN ODA in the photo, with a barely noticeable “Mona Lisa” smile, and HER BRIGHT revelation in a short phrase:

Wrinkles in the soul are smoothed out at the water's edge

Arina. You have wrinkles in your soul. I would never have believed it.

Elena, who doesn’t have them?)) They’re just different for everyone. Internal work is an endless process.) So I smooth them out by the water. I love water.))

I love water too, and if I’m very, very sad, then I go to the water. I talk to her and ask her to take away all her sorrows. Don't know. it's not the same for everybody . but it helps me.
It becomes much easier.

Tom, you are doing the right thing)). This makes me feel better too.)

ATTACK the same as YOU, but in his own way, Byl easily retired with his NATIVE ELEMENT WATER in SHARERASH ISLAND with EQUAL OTHER ELEMENTS and flew away “there we don’t know where and found something we don’t know what”

. (((((((OO OO OO OO 8OO8 OO OO OO OO )))))))) .

EVERYONE IS LOOKING FOR VED(L) .

And ЪSAMIMAS scurry about at the same time as you vanity for a long time,
Constantly arriving at Golgotha ​​for some reason.
And in the ending we find IGO=EGO a quiet end.
Calm down.

"Golgotha ​​is a mountain in Israel. Translated from Greek, it means “place of execution,” if from Aramaic, Golgotha ​​means skull, head."

HEAD LOVE A does not give peace to the heart = Mmm A T ORU = explosion explosion - I'M PITY FOR MYSELF.

How amazing.
When it beckons you
A boundless ocean.
He talks to you.
And you, carelessly drunk,
Having fallen under his magic,
You fly headlong towards him,
Forgetting about fear and shame,
Hugging him with my soul,
You talk to him sobbingly.
How amazing.
When around you
The seagulls are flying
I beckon to follow you,
And the wave splashes
Caressing the heels of my feet,
Ending life in a short time,
But returning to the blue,
Born into a new wave.
How amazing.
Arms outstretched
Take the sky into custody
And fly soul to soul,
Slowing down on a bend,
Frozen at the very edge,
Merging with the splashes
And crumbling into fragments,
Moaning with every cell
From withdrawal symptoms.
How amazing.

It's a wonderful morning to wake up,
Sea foam, splashes of waves,
Nature's wondrous creation
And a clean clear sky.
The sun sparkled in the water drops,
Suddenly a maiden came out of the water,
In nature's gloomy performances
Having played without false fuss.
She walked without noticing anything,
Traces dropping on the sand,
The sea sang and grumbled to her,
Caressing the heels of slender legs.
And, giving birth to inspiration,
A wave ran after her,
Not understanding my fate,
Not knowing that she is doomed.
And the maiden smiled silently,
I read poems to myself,
I swam in sandy velvet,
Forgetting about the pull of existence.

Tender sea, gentle sand,
This is apparently a small piece of heaven,
The horizon splashes on the waves,
Even the sun is in the theme, hiding under an umbrella.
It's hard to tell whether it's east or west,
The delight cannot be quelled, the trepidation cannot be quelled,
The sea breathes languidly and calls to itself,
Gently rolls over and waits depravedly.
All roads to the sea, all ways here,
It's hard to resist entering
To this invisible world, hidden under water,
Where passions rage and peace reigns.

As if turning into stone, barely breathing,
With the ocean. met. soul.
And froze. in a fit of excitement,
Brushing away tears of inspiration,
Inhaling the aroma deeply,
Easily bursting out of my chest,
Dissolving in the sun's rays,
Like a bird soaring in the sky,
Flying over the expanse of the sea,
Playing with salty splashes
And frozen, almost not breathing,
With the ocean. met. soul.
With the ocean, which with its greatness
It strikes with eternal indifference,
Where is the wave, it’s insanely good,
He lives out his life slowly.
Where time froze, the sounds died down,
Where there is no wild fun or boredom,
Choking and barely breathing
With the ocean. met. soul.

I love the ocean.
I would like to settle and live in it.
I would like a slippery mermaid
swim underwater paths.
Among the foam of the sea, basking in the hot rays of the sun,
Enjoy the warmth
drowning in girlish dreams.
I love the ocean. I would definitely merge with him.
I would be carried far, far away on the crest of a wave.
I would become a pearl in the depths of a colored shell,
And a young swimmer would find me in the depths.
I love the ocean. And it’s not difficult for me to write about him.
And I have to struggle to get the words out of myself.
I love the ocean and I could live there
But on land there is simply no one to replace me now. :)))

I was choking with emotions
The ocean was too small for me
I melted and splashed in it,
And he caressed me with all his might.
I sang and shouted to him,
And he swore and grumbled,
I flirted and moaned
And he to me. kissed his heels.
Such crazy euphoria
Haven't seen the white light yet
My brazen hysteria
The ocean was warm in the morning.

There was a storm. It was pouring rain. The wind was blowing from the sea.
The boat rocked on the waves.
And it was at dawn
At the first rays of sunshine.
The waves crashed loudly on the shore,
The sun is not visible in the thick of the clouds,
But suddenly, as if on a walk,
A beam broke through the clouds.
There was a storm. But it went by quickly.
And an azure calm came.
And suddenly it became beautiful, clean
For many puntacan miles.

The wrinkles of the soul are smoothed out at the water's edge!
(Coco Chanel)

Isabella Peisakh:
The sea is breathing. It's alive.
Whispering waves and azure surface.
The blue sky merged with it,
Encouraging creativity and writing.
And you don't need pen and paper,
I'll just walk barefoot on the sand,
The sea will give inspiration, courage,
The poems will go head over heels.

Anna:
Cote d'Azur. Sea breeze
Caresses our Bella's cheeks,
And the blue sea is not bold
Kisses her feet like a wave.
And Bella silently looks into the distance
Frozen on the surf strip,
David captured it
Like this - between sea and land

Isabella Peisakh:
I kiss the sea, I caress the sea,
I got married to him. Yes Yes.
And in this love I completely dissolve,
After all, this love is forever.

Anna:
Sea love is like a disease -
Everyone is amazed!
But secretly you love the sea,
So that David doesn't get jealous!

Isabella Peisakh:
He has been playing tricks with the sea for a long time,
Such adultery, but I don’t care
We have been jealous of the sea for a long time and are not at all jealous,
“We’ll change,” and then. we kiss each other.
And we must admit that in this chaos,
He and I probably “ate the dog.”

Anna:
No need to eat dogs! After all, you are not Koreans! ;-)
You are residents of the States - Jewish Indians!

Isabella Peisakh:
Well, the fact that Jews are a “trouble”
We can't get away from this,
And let them scold us all over the world,
We will rush to the sea and meet the dawn,
The sea is known to have wrinkles in the soul
They will smooth out quickly, in love and in silence.

Anna:
For some it is “trouble”, but for others it is joy.
And the fact that they are Jews is not something to be ashamed of!
After all, these are the oldest people in the world,
Whoever knows the truth will understand my hint!

A. Aleshina:
And somewhere there is the sea, beaches, macho.
The sunset is intoxicatingly beautiful.
Everything is simpler here: summer, dacha,
shovels, rakes, vodka, beer. (c)

Isabella Peisakh:
I love the ocean.
I would like to settle and live in it.
I would like a slippery mermaid
swim underwater paths.
Among the foam of the sea
basking in the hot rays of the sun,
Enjoy the warmth
drowning in girls' dreams...

M. Gorelik:
You blinded our eyes
leaving the sea at dawn.
And smiling three times
We were pulled into its net!;

Isabella Peisakh:
I smiled many times
You miscalculated a little
That's not what my story was about,
But you just got caught.

M. Gorelik:
You have expelled so many emotions;
I was speechless with delight!!

Isabella Peisakh:
There was a storm. It was pouring rain. The wind was blowing from the sea.
The boat rocked on the waves.
And it was at dawn
At the first rays of sunshine.
The waves crashed loudly on the shore,
The sun is not visible in the thick of the clouds,
But suddenly, as if on a walk,
A beam broke through the clouds.
There was a storm. But it went by quickly.
And an azure calm came.
And suddenly it became beautiful, clean
For many puntacan miles.

Isabella Peisakh:
The ocean and I have such a love,
That even in bed, in bed,
I write poetry just by thinking about him,
Excited by the previous “hugs”.

(Photo by the author from his personal photo album)

The sea is breathing. It's alive.
Whispering waves and azure surface.
The blue sky merged with it,
Encouraging creativity and writing.
And you don't need pen and paper,
I'll just walk barefoot on the sand,
The sea will give inspiration, courage,
The poems will go head over heels.

How amazing.
When it beckons you
A boundless ocean.
He talks to you.
And you, carelessly drunk,
Having fallen under his magic,
You fly headlong towards him,
Forgetting about fear and shame,
Hugging him with my soul,
You talk to him sobbingly.
How amazing.
When around you
The seagulls are flying
I beckon to follow you,
And the wave splashes
Caressing the heels of my feet,
Ending life in a short time,
But returning to the blue,
Born into a new wave.
How amazing.
Arms outstretched
Take the sky into custody
And fly soul to soul,
Slowing down on a bend,
Frozen at the very edge,
Merging with the splashes
And crumbling into fragments,
Moaning with every cell
From withdrawal symptoms.
How amazing.

As if turning into stone, barely breathing,
I met the sea soul to soul. soul.
And froze. in a fit of excitement,
Brushing away tears of inspiration,
Inhaling the aroma deeply,
Easily bursting out of my chest,
Dissolving in the sun's rays,
Like a bird soaring in the sky,
Flying over the expanse of the sea,
Playing with salty splashes,
Frozen, almost not breathing,
I met the sea soul to soul. soul.
Only the sea with pathetic grandeur,
He looks silently, with languid indifference,
Behind the wave the wave runs rustling,
Living your life slowly.

It's a wonderful morning to wake up,
Sea foam, splashes of waves,
Nature's wondrous creation
And a clean clear sky.
The sun sparkled in the water drops,
Suddenly a maiden came out of the water,
In nature's gloomy performances
Having played without false fuss.
She walked without noticing anything,
Traces dropping on the sand,
The sea sang and grumbled to her, Caressing the heels of her slender legs.
And, giving birth to inspiration,
A wave ran after her,
Not understanding my fate
She was doomed.
And the maiden smiled silently,
I read poems to myself,
I swam in sandy velvet,
Forgetting about the pull of existence..