Cold Wind went through the field.
He rose grass blackish leaves
in searches of the lost cloak.
The wave of his huge arm
was lulling the calm down
with dwellers’ sleeping throng.
Wind roved through rocking grass.
Night gave a happy chance
to have a glimpse of fade
familiar calm shine,
rejected with moon’s light.
Wind made for the shown place.
There laid his magic cloak.
Wind had not any word
to voice the greatest joy.
He picked up the light loss
and wrapped in flowing cloth.
Wind left hot summer world.
Earth plunged into the sea
of coal air. Wind
had reached the border line.
He looked just once behind
and flew into the sky,
retiring in the night…
by Thea Ariss
28.10.2024
The Summer Lullaby. The Kingdom of the Sun
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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