GIF (C): GIPHY
sammax93:
Wishing you a wonderful Easter as well!
franie:
I hope your Valentine's Day went well, stiff neck aside. 🙂❤️
The sun goes down
on the horizon,
coloring the earth,
of red and orange,
with its rays,
while the falling leaves
cover the ground
in an embrace,
lulled by a fresh and light
breeze.
Poem (C): Me
“A Wooded Path In Autumn”(C): Hans Andersen Brendekilde
cerebus666:
😍💓💓
Cala il Sole
all’orizzonte,
colorando la terra,
con i suoi raggi,
di rosso e di arancio,
mentre le foglie cadenti
coprono il suolo
in un abbraccio,
cullati da una brezza
fresca e leggera.
Poem (C): Me
“A Wooded Path In Autumn”(C): Hans Andersen Brendekilde
tgbobafett77:
pretty colors
Hello everyone!! How are you?
Today (21th September) is the Birthday of one of the famous horror author Stephen King!!
To celebrate this day, I wanted to share with you this photo (above this text) I’ve took in the library where I work and where I’ve designed and organized this bookshelf, including the images that I’ve created with Creative Cloud Express that you can find
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cerebus666:
👍👍
tgbobafett77:
I used to read all the time! I miss it!
Un soffio rompe il silenzio,
Così come lo scintillio nei suoi occhi
squarcia il buio.
Uno strano strisciare
percorre l’oscuro sentiero di montagna,
finché lo spalancare
della sua bocca
riesce a gelare il sangue nelle vene.
Poem (C): Me
“Tatzelwurm - Cat faced Mountain Dragon in Sarganserland ”(C): Johann Jakob Scheuchzer
A hiss breaks the silence,
As the twinkle in his eyes
pierce the dark.
A strange crawl
walks the dark mountain path,
until he open it wide
his mouth
freezing the blood in your veins.
Poem (C): Me
“Tatzelwurm - Cat faced Mountain Dragon in Sarganserland ”(C): Johann Jakob Scheuchzer
cerebus666:
👍👍
atram:
@cerebus666 Thanks!! 🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️
The sun falls on the field
painting the sky
of red and indigo,
while the last traces of warm
vanish in a breeze.
The last Sunflowers turn
to the Sun their last farewell,
before appease
in a cold bite.
Poem (C): Me
“Sunflowers”(C): Vincent Van Gogh
spider:
so beautiful
Il Sole cala sui campo
dipingendo il cielo
di rosso e indaco,
mentre le ultime tracce di calore
svaniscono in una brezza.
Gli ultimi Girasoli rivolgono
al Sole il loro ultimo saluto,
prima di assopirsi
in una gelida morsa.
Poem (C): Me
“Sunflowers”(C): Vincent Van Gogh