Sweet summer gave one more quiet sultry day
warming small fragile flowers with hot rays.
Intoxicating honey linden smell
was spreading up a cloister and the wave
of the light wind was bringing it downstairs,
to the fast river, where two smiling boys
tried to catch up a fish. The bare legs
were plunged in water. Trampling on a log,
they cried and pulled thin arms fast down
into the flow. But sparkling creatures teased
the children, waving by small tails. The shine
of the bright sun had dimmed and the sky squeezed
an inky cloud tightly then to stop
its falling on the hot heated earth.
A rolling boom was ringing high above.
Desired rain had been again staved off…
by Thea Ariss
18.06.2024
11:15/11:30
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