September day cracked a big porcelain cup.
A lot of whitish fragments filled the sky.
Wide willows spread enormous silver brooms,
sweeping them up. The sun was growing looms.
The one just smiled and played like a small child,
putting on earth black shadows upside down.
They tried to run but hard immovable feet
had chained them up. There was no chance to free.
by Thea Ariss 25.09.2024
September day cracked a big porcelain cup
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