A rainy evening whispers magic spells.
All heavy thoughts dissolve in the soft whisper
of the long willows leaves. The wet grass smell
intoxicates, submerging the thoughts deeper
into the childhood, in the native place,
where all were glad to you… Where all were clear…
There wasn’t the pain of the hard loss. The space
of the black star sky is the one, what’s cheerful
for the unbroken soul. The distant stars
just give a little of hope to change for better
the uneasy time. They provide a chance
to rise in spite of everything forever.
Nothing is random in the human life.
What didn’t once kill makes soul a bit stronger.
Nothing is matter, when the endless time
gave the last key to freedom to the soul…
by Thea Ariss
21.05.2024