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Reflections of autumn colors captivate, unbridled delight...
Wonderful autumn reportage!
Wonderful watercolor and no less wonderful reflections!
Beautiful series! Heartfelt poems...
Alex_1955_boy, A kaleidoscope of strange patterns, a wonderful polonaise of chords
What a wonderful watercolor painting nature has created, and you captured its mood so well! And the poems are beautiful and on point!
Severyanka Nina, Wonderful!
Amazing!
I really liked it!!!
Svetlana Kerimova
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Reflections of autumn colors,
Captivate unbridled delight...
Foliage sparkles in refraction
The forest turns crimson with sunset fire...
An extravaganza of pastel strokes,
A carnival of wondrous patterns...
Taking watercolors from nature,
The artist painted with a brush...
In the mirrored water's reflection
The deception of phantasmagoria...
A sweep of thought, a smooth glide,
A silent, quiet ocean...
Two skies merge like mirrors,
The endless expanse of illusions...
Touching the clouds,
A shawl greens on the pines...
Meadows interspersed with forests,
And mirages on the water's surface...
Here the sun has hidden its smile,
That reflected in Stained glass windows...
The sky glistens, reflected,
A ray pierces the surface of the water...
Here beauty is identified
With the labors of Mother Nature...
The golden crowns of the trees
Rustle to the whisper of the wind...
In reflection, the young,
As many years ago...
Resisting the gray snows,
Whirling with an autumn waltz...
Breaking off with another leaf,
Falling, enchanting with beauty...
Bidding farewell with an alarming color
One more mad ball...
Autumn dances one last time
In the crystal beacon of mirrors...
Trees washed with dew
Stand with proud posture...
And in the water's surface, reflections
Keeping their attire for centuries...
A kaleidoscope of strange patterns,
A wondrous polonaise of chords...
The grace of crimson forests,
Grants us azure heavens...
There, beyond the valleys, the mountains soar,
Standing guard all day...
Their endless expanses
are reflected by the river...
And the maples and firs leaned over,
Looking, as if into a bewitching pool...
Their leaves, falling, swirled,
Waltzing into the river's calm...
And in the rapturous multicolor
of birch branches, a cancan...
Into the autumn blues by moonlight
Slowly flowed from the trees...
Like beads, rowan berries,
Farewelling on their final journey...
Dropping ruby beads,
Letting them sink forever...
How boundless the riot of colors!
And this beauty echoes...
It possesses us completely,
Reflecting itself for centuries.