The light dances like a young girl in a Chinese palace,
So pale and inspiring.
Roads have a scent of amber,
While the Sun goes down,
We start to notice
How warm birds cross the sky
In a bright and natural game.
Summer falls apart
Into braids of magenta clouds.
(c) Maryna Tchianova
Based on a poem by Морион
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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