The dawn shine’s drawing closely a new day.
The charming summer weaves a motley wreath
from blooming herbs with honey sweaty smell,
putting the one on the sun sparkling head.
Slow silver river takes away spring time.
Uneasy swallows grate long wished warmth,
swishing blue air in free handsome fly.
Valley is sinking in the birds’ high voice.
And summer enters to romantic songs,
coating the herbs with the wide spreading mist
that has been falling from a whitish skirt.
Small dew drops sparkle bright on the fragile wrist.
The red-cheeked summer, dressed in whitish gaze,
is walking, shaking weightless greyish balls
of fluffy dandelions along tight lanes.
And air fills with countless starry flocks…
by Thea Ariss
28.05.2024
The dawn shine s drawing closely a new day
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