The silver moon looked into black tar mirror
of the calm lake trying to solve a dream.
Huge shadows creeped like black enormous widows.
Lots of small stars rose sparkling pointing wings.
The goddess bowed her face over the water.
The one read sorrow in uneasy eyes.
The night sat down like a wild fluffy monster
on the dark bank, looking in the black cup.
All sank in silence. The strong smell of wormwood
filled the night air and the Milky Way
shew a new path for the sad silver goddess.
The black sky smiled by the wide starry chain.
The night gave up. The summer brightening air
lit hundreds flying luminous small bugs.
A purple magnolia threw lots of purple petals.
And a new day rose from the horizon line.
by Thea Ariss
23.09.2024
A new way
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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