Day’s dropped red curtains. Cold wind tongues
were dashing through dark cozy streets.
The evening trembled. A falling star
lighted a fire from red leaves.
An autumn equinox sang songs.
It burnt bad days in the big flame.
It spread the smell of the grey smoke,
intoxicating strongly brains.
Gold blazing tongues danced in the dark.
It was impossible to take
enchanted eyes off flying sparks.
They blazed as bugs and dyed in space.
The heavens got lots of small preys
and smiled with shining Milky way.
The evening lighted a moon lamp,
giving new hopes to hearts again.
by Thea Ariss
22.09.2024
An autumn equinox burnt a big fire
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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