A new hot day knocks at big dusty windows.
The old Saint Petersburg is sinking in the light
of the gold sun. The dawn is hiding pillows
of fluffy clouds, clearing up the coral sky.
The city hides its ages behind new facades
which look so cheerful in dark water from the high.
A sunny day erased the greyish sadness,
spraying the smell of the fresh bread through houses lines.
The summer day wakes up the Nevsky Prospect,
and dashing people crowd a pavement, giving smiles.
A lot of cute boutiques are filling pockets
with motley souvenirs for keeping nice reminds.
Short beeps of cars alive the morning city,
which moves with people in the trembling crazy rhythm.
And the hot air slowly swings, repeating
this mad flash mob on the gold sun alighted street.
the postcards of Saint Petersburg
by Thea Ariss 16.07.2024
A mad flash mob on the gold sun alighted street
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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