A wan sky lamp alighted falling night.
November tried to tramp the moon in puddle.
It tried to turn off the amazing light.
Annoying rain fell through the moon’s gold marble.
Dark drops cut air like small silver knives.
They fell in water of a shadow lake.
A big black mirror had been crushed at night
in lots of bits confined within a frame.
Rain crushed reflection of enormous pines,
surrounding tightly the reed endless shore.
The bright beige frame was blinking under feet
of small rain drops, which looked like dancing dwarfs.
They danced and leaves of the beige wetted reed
swung up and down, reviving sad landscape.
The big gold moon threw light and dreamed.
November longed, looking in the black lake.
by Thea Ariss
19.11.2024
A crashed black mirror of a shadow lake
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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