The sun went down. Cold autumn stripped the forest.
The one pulled branches into the gloomy sky.
The thousand bayonets were sharp and solid.
There was no place to find some leaves to hide.
Wild tiny birds were looking for new cover.
The sun went down. A lot of pointed branches
pierced into side and the dark sky filled out
thick bright-red colour of the spilling rays.
Dove coloured clouds sopped the light of sunset,
which laid on hands of the widespread dark earth
in the last passion of the wordless struggle.
It laid and died to cries of the black crows.
Shadows were rising. And the ones were ready
to wrap the prey in shroud of the night.
The strongest passion had re-born to trembling.
The bloody sunset quickly burned and died.
by Thea Ariss
24.09.2024
The sun went down. Cold autumn stripped the forest
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