Short springtime had elapsed.
May beetles slowly packed
the mistress heavy bags.
It was the turn of Bloom
to rule. She quickly zoomed
on fields, rising dry sand.
Her chariot was bright.
It spread the goldish light.
The sun was harnessed in it.
She stood on a puffed white
lace cloud, holding high
her head. The air swirled.
It waved her long red curls.
They shaded the green earth.
Hot Bloom saw it and smiled.
Her gas bright glossy dress
was flapping. It spread red
and honey sunny light.
The wave of scorching heat
was rushing through the fields.
It stopped down thin green weed.
Frail butterflies flew high.
They waged with silky wide
big wings, greeting the Queen.
by Thea Ariss
21.10.2024
The beginning. The Kingdom of the Sun
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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