Lazalia

My name is Anya and I am that person who can spend hours looking at the clouds, looking for strange figures inside them. My world is full of small things: the sparkle of morning dew on rose petals, the whisper of an old maple outside the window, the taste of my grandmother's cakes, which is still preserved in my memory like a precious ring.. I believe in the magic of random encounters and the power of small joys. I am not one of those who aspires to great results and public recognition. My life is more like the quiet flow of a river, calm and deep. I love quiet evenings with a book and a cup of hot tea, long walks in the woods, where I can forget all my problems, dissolving in the rustle of leaves and birdsong. Sometimes I can be incredibly melancholic. In those moments I write poems, not to publish them, but for myself, to unleash the whole storm of emotions, the whole range of feelings, from tender sadness to boundless joy.. My poems are my personal diary, closed by seven padlocks, where I can be absolutely sincere. To me love is not a pyrotechnic show, but a warm, silent light that warms you from within. It is a feeling of trust, calm and mutual understanding. This is an opportunity to be yourself without fear of being misunderstood. It is tenderness, care and deep affection. Waiting for someone who can light this flame in my heart and warm it with his heat. And I believe that this person will surely be found.

My name is Anya and I am that person who can spend hours looking at the clouds, looking for strange figures. My world is filled with small things: the glow of morning dew on rose petals, the murmur of an old maple outside the window, the taste of my grandmother's pies, which is still stored in my memory like a precious ring. I believe in the magic of random encounters and the power of small joys. I am not one of those who aspire to resounding achievements and public recognition. My life is more like a quiet river, calm and deep. I like cozy evenings with a book and a cup of hot tea, long walks in the forest, where I can forget all my problems, dissolving in the rustle of leaves and birdsong. Sometimes I can be incredibly melancholic. In such moments, I write poetry – not for publishing, but for myself, to express the whole storm of emotions, the whole range of feelings, from tender sadness to boundless joy.. My poems are my personal diary, closed by seven padlocks, where I can be absolutely sincere. To me, love is not a bright firework, but a soft, warm light that warms you from the inside. It is a feeling of trust, calm and mutual understanding. It's an opportunity to be yourself without fear of being misunderstood. It is tenderness, attention and a deep affection. I'm waiting for someone who can light this flame in my heart and warm it with his heat. And I believe that this person will certainly be found.

My name is Azallia, and I am that person who can spend hours looking at the clouds, looking for bizarre figures in them. My world is full of little things: the sparkle of morning dew on rose petals, the whisper of an old maple outside the window, the taste of grandma's pies, which is still stored in my memory like a precious ring. I believe in the magic of chance encounters and the power of small joys. I am not one of those who strive for loud achievements and public recognition. My life is rather a quiet river flow, calm and deep. I love cozy evenings with a book and a cup of hot tea, long walks in the forest, where I can forget about all the problems, dissolving in the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds. Sometimes I am incredibly melancholic. At such moments I write poetry – not for publication, but for myself, to splash out the whole storm of emotions, the whole range of feelings, from tender sadness to boundless joy.. My poems are my personal diary, locked with seven locks, where I can be absolutely sincere. For me, love is not a bright firework, but a quiet, warm flame that warms from the inside. It is a feeling of trust, calm and mutual understanding. It is an opportunity to be yourself, without fear of being misunderstood.. It is tenderness, care and deep affection. I am waiting for someone who can light this flame in my heart and warm it with his warmth. And I believe that this person will definitely be found.