The sleepy silent lawn
was shining at red dawn.
It had the startling sight.
Old Gnome stood on a path
with widely opened mouth.
His eyes burnt with mad light.
He gave Brook the old flute,
not giving her a look.
Gnome went to the wide lawn.
The sight of sparkling reaches
had fogged his common reason.
He didn’t see anyone.
Gnome opened his big bag.
He pulled his thin wrinkled hands
to beads, trying to take.
But they were flowing then
through fingers. Gnome couldn’t catch
Spring’s treasures. He was sad…
The dwarf was looking for
Young Spring to take the lost
old flute. But there was not
the girl. The lawn was void.
It glowed and sparkled with lots
of magic liquid stones…
by Thea Ariss
18.10.2024
Returning of the loss. The Kingdom of Streams
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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