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    ("Burnt Letter", a passage with a hint of passion)** 
*(Burning lines - as a symbol of forbidden love)* 
*"Farewell, letter of love! farewell: she ordered... 
How long I hesitated, how long I did not want 
My hand to give all my joys to fire!.. 
But enough, the hour has come. Burn, letter of love. 
I am ready; my soul does not heed anything. 
Already the greedy flame accepts your leaves... 
A minute!.. flared up... blaze... light smoke, 
Whirling, is lost with my prayer."*
*(Here **fire is an accomplice of passion**, and each word literally burns. Pay attention to the verbs: "burns", "flared up", "blaze" - as if the body, and not paper, is on fire!)*, ("Storm", a hint of elemental passion)**,
*(A thunderstorm as a metaphor for a stormy romance)* 
*"Have you seen a maiden on a cliff, 
In white clothing above the waves, 
When, raging in stormy darkness, 
The sea played with the shores? 
When a ray of lightning illuminated 
Her hourly with a scarlet shine 
And the wind beat and flew 
With her flying veil?"* 
*(Here **the maiden and the storm merge** in one impulse: her veil is like the foam of the waves, and the lightning is the reflection of her gaze. Do you feel how the wind "flies" with her clothing?)*,
    Prompt

    ("Burnt Letter", a passage with a hint of passion)** *(Burning lines - as a symbol of forbidden love)* *"Farewell, letter of love! farewell: she ordered... How long I hesitated, how long I did not want My hand to give all my joys to fire!.. But enough, the hour has come. Burn, letter of love. I am ready; my soul does not heed anything. Already the greedy flame accepts your leaves... A minute!.. flared up... blaze... light smoke, Whirling, is lost with my prayer."* *(Here **fire is an accomplice of passion**, and each word literally burns. Pay attention to the verbs: "burns", "flared up", "blaze" - as if the body, and not paper, is on fire!)*, ("Storm", a hint of elemental passion)**, *(A thunderstorm as a metaphor for a stormy romance)* *"Have you seen a maiden on a cliff, In white clothing above the waves, When, raging in stormy darkness, The sea played with the shores? When a ray of lightning illuminated Her hourly with a scarlet shine And the wind beat and flew With her flying veil?"* *(Here **the maiden and the storm merge** in one impulse: her veil is like the foam of the waves, and the lightning is the reflection of her gaze. Do you feel how the wind "flies" with her clothing?)*,

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    5/28/2025
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    Illustrious
    Creator
    PIS
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    CivitAI
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