The silence wrapped grey streets before dark night
in a smooth-black intangible airy tippet,
that was embroidered tender with the light
of the bright-white enchanting starry sequins.
The town dozed off under the round moon,
slight turning on the windows of the cottages,
those chased away the winter blackish gloom.
All waited for a night unusual voyage.
The whitish snakes of the slight jingling frost
were creeping slow along the cozy narrow
bow-twisted streets and the quick-moving ghosts
left snowy tracks on the sharp fences' arrows.
The town dozed off... The roofs of the huts-twins
had scattered wide the sparkling snowy plateaus
for the white winter and the restless wind
to swirl the dance to the moonlight sonata.
by Thea Ariss 27.02.2024
The dance to the moonlight sonata
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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