The night stepped on the train
of reddish sunset dress
and tore the one away.
It forged a sparkling chain
of stars, that had been pressed
in whitish Milky Way.
That night was black and calm,
because cold Wind slept too
in his stiff frosty bed.
And bright-white owls shunned
to let the faint hoot
on pain of their death.
The silence swallowed up
the World and fully swept
all bad and heavy thoughts.
The dreams had made a start
to journey of small slaves
in their cozy cots.
The peace that had been stamped
by moon's slight squeezed bow,
which dreamt and spread the light.
It seemed that nothing can
disturb and to break off
the silence of the night.
by Thea Ariss 15.02.2024
The night lullaby. The Distorting Mirror Kingdom
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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